![]() ![]() “Daddy.” The voice was a little louder now, and I recognized it-my five-year-old, Luna. ![]() Now they were playing their favorite game, which was to stand next to me while I slept and talk shit about me. I’d heard them talking through the thin wall separating my bedroom from the one they shared in my crappy apartment. My alarm was set for six and hadn’t gone off yet, but my daughters had been up for at least twenty minutes. ![]() I lay completely still and kept my eyes closed. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’ve been struck by fucking lightning. Thank you for loving this world like I do. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.įor fans of the Cloverleigh Farms Series, ![]()
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