Lost in her Live Stream
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Ongoing, First published Jun 01, 2017
After tragedy, loss, heartbreak and conflict, retired veteran soldier Ned Witteman is coping with returning to the regular world. When browsing through live streams online, he stumbles upon something quite normal yet filled with a curious that he cannot quite yet comprehend. Read on for the mysteries of Leila's unique live stream and watch as certain events tumble out of control...
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What Happened That Night (Wattpad Books Edition)

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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .