My eyes snap open and I find myself out of breath and drenched in sweat, shirt clinging to my skin. I lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a tear falling from one eye.
I had just one thing to do, I just had to keep her safe. But I couldn't even do that.
I turn hoping to see Sandra sleeping peacefully next to me but instead, her side of the bed is empty...and cold. Sighing in defeat, I grab my phone from the nightstand and see that I got a text from her.
Sandra: Something came up. I'll see you later. I love you.
I check the time she sent the text.
What in the world can possibly come up at 2am?
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Our indelible pasts|✔
Ficção AdolescenteBOOK 1 OF THE INDELIBLE SERIES To be destroyed by the very thing you need and love the most, is painful It's the very thing put on this earth to keep you safe, yet all you want to do is to run away from it No words can explain the misery, the pain...
