Adelaid Blue never cries.
She works in the police department as a senior detective. She has seen death, been at the door of the death multiple times.
She has many scars; on her face, on her thighs, on her back, on her arms; as a brutal reminder of the nature of her job.
But never did a tear dared to slip past the barrier of her cold, calculating hazel eyes.
Hence, the day she found the small black leather journal, collecting dust in the corner of the store room of her long gone -classmate, Maia Renning's withered house in Winthrop, Washington, she believed she won't tear up.
But boy, was she wrong.
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Worth
Storie breviShe used to believe in miracles. And then she left, leaving ashes of long-lost memories and rivers of tears in her wake; finally making him realize her worth. ©All rights reserved
