Daddy fractured our world, tilted it office at its axis, sent careening out of control.
That was before that day his own impairment made him overcorrect, jerk the Mercedes onto unpaved shoulder, then back across over the double yellow lines, head on into traffic.
That was before the one ton truck sliced the passenger wide open. That was before premature death, battered bodies, and scars no plastic.
Yes, that was before.
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Identical
ПоэзияI dont own this book and i dont own the characters. Kaeleigh and Raeanne are identical down to the dimple. As daughters of a district court judge father and a politician mother, they are an all American family on the surface. Behind the facade each...
