Chapter 37 The Funeral

Claire’s POV

“Mommy, you’re bending it.”

I loosened my grip on Lilly’s drawing. One corner had caught beneath the strap of my bag, and I couldn’t get it free while she held my wrist.

“Let go a second, baby.”

“You’ll drop it.”

“I won’t.”

Nick took the bag off my shoulder with his right hand. I ...

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