Hazelwood In The Snow
It can't be. It was the boy from my dreams. Those same eyes... that same messy brown hair. His arm was outstretched and clutched in his hand, a silver necklace. My silver necklace. "Do you know him?" Mr Karter seemed to notice my silent stare. A shiver ran down my spine and the hairs on my neck stood up. "I... I don'...