Chapter 12 12- Blood On The Sweater

The kitchen smelled of baked goods and freshly brewed coffee. But I couldn't smell past the suffocating scent of Tracy's jasmine perfume. Her mere presence made the bile rise in my throat, and suddenly the urge to puke started clawing my insides. 

"Chloe, come here, sweetheart. Your friends speciall...

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