Chapter 45: Harley

Tuesday morning comes like a sucker punch to the face, and I wake up groggy, with a dry throat, and my heart stubbornly still heavy.

After a couple of minutes of staring up at the ceiling unseeingly, contemplating emigration, I get up sluggishly, shuffle downstairs in my bunny slippers and ‘Books a...

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