Chapter 164 The Gravestone

June

ONE WEEK LATER.

My face is crumpled, my eyes clouded, as the priest’s words float over the gravestone. I sigh, licking my lips, tasting the bitter salt of my tears.

This isn’t real, right? It has to be some cruel, twisted dream.

I can’t believe it. I never got the chance to say thank you, t...

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