Chapter 8
Three months later
The Malibu studio still carried the scent of oil paint, but everything was different now.
A new photograph hung on the wall—Asher in his federal uniform, an official photo I'd found in his apartment. Every morning, I would talk to that picture as if he were still here.
I lost t...
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
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