Avery Harper smoothly brushed through glossy locks of straight copper hair, her fingers gripping so tight to the hairbrush her knuckles turned white. It was the only thing that could distract her from her grief. Her father had died only a month before her fourteenth birthday, and it only bought anguish to think about.
She had begun to prepare for the funeral, which was to proceed the following afternoon. She tightened the wrist straps of her white kid gloves to stop her hands from shaking, then slipped her feet into her black leather boots.
She could feel a warm, salty tear silently trail down her high cheekbones, but brushed it away with her sleeve.
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All the wrong questions
ПриключенияDevastated by the loss of her father, Avery Harper is determined to find out who committed this terrible crime. Will Avery get to the bottom of this and find the criminal?
