Share

*12* Sam

Sam shifted her salad around with her fork. Her stomach demanded food but when she ate a few bites, it threatened to return them. She sighed and glanced around the dinner. Everyone, there was eyeing them and talking in hushed whispers. She could only imagine what they must be saying about her. It would only be a matter of time before her father found out. God if she could only turn back time to Saturday night and stop herself from going to that club.

Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status