“Don’t cry… don’t cry… please…” she whispered, wrapping him tighter in the wet blanket… JJ
Adrian didn’t react immediately. He didn’t scream. He didn’t run to Daa. He didn’t even look at the girl first. He stared at the diamond brooch pinned to the mat, the cup hanging halfway down, his face paling. As if he had just recognized something that had been tormenting him for years. “Where did you…
