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Thirty Seven- The dinner

NATHANIEL STORM

“Sarah,” my ragged breath returned as I glimpsed the spreading redness on her cheek, “allow me to apologise about my mother. She-”

“Why is Raya wearing this?” she firmly asked as she lifted Raya onto her lap, her eyes narrowing at the blue gown. “It’s not familiar.”

“I bought ...