Recordando, siempre recordando. Pensando, reviviendo, maldiciendo esas memorias de aquellos tiempos cuando fui feliz. Cuando fui tan feliz que pensé que un día podría explotar de tan completa que me sentía...
Cleo es muda. No puede hablar, pero tiene otras formas de defenderse. Blas sí puede hablar, pero no tiene nada que decir.
It had always been the three of us, and then it was the two of us-Ed and August. There was not, nor had there ever been a chance of a Noah and August. And that was fine. Because the truth was I had known Noah forever but I still had no idea who he really was. Especially not now. In this sizzling novella, one girl mus...