Chapter 8 The Boy Who Just Moves

Cleo's POV

I did not sleep.

Not because of Dash. Not because of my father. Because of five words sitting in my phone like a live wire, I am afraid to touch.

Ask him about Mara.

I have been staring at my ceiling since two thirty in the morning, turning that name over and over. Mara. Who is Mara? ...

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