©Novel Buddy
PREVIEW
... h to the bed to coddle them. She walked over to the side table, poured a glass of water from a crystal carafe, and drank it herself.
"Define ’everything,’" she asked.
Eric looked like he was about to vomit. He scrambled off the bed, his legs tangling in the sheets, and hit the floor hard on his knees. He didn’t try to stand. He just stared at the carpet, his chest heaving.
"1989," Eric choked out. "We... we were there. The town. The school. The... the locker room."
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























