Chapter 82 The Earring

Margo's POV

I ripped the photo off the shelf so hard the tape pulled a strip of paint with it.

Then I threw myself at the wall where the door used to be and pounded with both fists. "Emory! Can you hear me?"

My voice came back flat and dead, like I was yelling into a pillow. My dad's walls. His p...

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