The Rogue's Choice
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Last published Fri, Jul 5, 2024
"Why did you choose me?" I asked.
"Because you care."
Natalie and Theo have been orphans since they were 5. Their mother worked for the Bultains, and when she died, they were accepted into the family. Twelve years had passed and their mother's death still affected Theo. He blamed Natalie, which drove her crazy. She started having nightmares, and was frequently visited by another version of herself.
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