Chapter 62 Absence

Monroe.

A tomb. 

My chest constricted, yet I drew closer to the human-sized tomb, erected by a four-foot pillar, in the middle of the hall, surrounded by flowers and ornaments. 

Mom. 

Slowly I drew closer to it. 

Grief washed over me in leaps and bounds until I could hardly breathe.

I should b...

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