Chapter 18 ON THE BRINK OF DEATH

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

SAMANTHA’S POV

I opened my eyes to a “normal” home

I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands folded tightly in my lap as my eyes slowly adjusted to the unfamiliar room. Cream colored walls. A modest ceiling fan humming softly. A framed picture of flowers hanging slightly crooked on t...

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