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54. Dying

مؤلف: Zaia Black
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-13 20:32:34

HARPER:

“Help, Please!” I screamed, on top of my lungs. My throat was raw. I screamed until my voice cracked and died in my throat but no matter how loud my voice was, no one came to help.

My chest tightened. Tears streamed down my face as I held on to Elias.

They just stood there, a circle of strangers, their faces twisted with shock and disgust.

“That woman is a terrible mother.”

“Did you see how she let him climb that ride? What was she thinking?”

“Some people just shouldn’t have children
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