Chapter 41 "It's All Just Make Believe"
Hours upon hours of scrolling. Thousands of articles, listacles, seemingly private records of addresses and phone numbers, all leading to the inevitable dead end that always seemed to loom just around...
Hours upon hours of scrolling. Thousands of articles, listacles, seemingly private records of addresses and phone numbers, all leading to the inevitable dead end that always seemed to loom just around...
The felt had never felt better in her hands, the sewing machine clicking with an eerie precision as she continued her efforts to capture the essence of his personality. Eliza had always been excellent...
Allie was having trouble breathing, but her shortness of breath wasn't caused by anything health related, or sexual, and moreso because she simply couldn't believe she was finally here, on the precipice...
Rachel St. Sebastian loved two things. Working on cadavers, and being on her knees between a womans legs, and thankfully, rooming here at this funeral home under her apprenticeship while attending mortuary...
"What do you mean Nicole has a book?" Allie asked. She was sitting up now, staring at Tony. "When I met with Raymond, he talked about, uh...about how he and Nicole loved coffee, and that they would...
Zoe had never felt so uncomfortable in her life. Sitting on the plastic covered couch of this home, she couldn't help but feel incredibly out of place, but she was here with purpose, and she refused...