Chapter 8
A week later, my suitcase stood in the center of the living room like a ticking time bomb.
"Alright, all packed." I tugged at the zipper, trying to sound casual. The sound was sharp and jarring in the empty loft. "Uber's five minutes away."
Easton sat at his easel in the corner, charcoal flying ac...
Chapters
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
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