Share

Twenty-Three

Something saved, is something earned. 

I don’t know how long we were staring at one another.

                Suzanne looked different. To me, she was still Suzanne, but here beyond the walls, she was Annie. Her ash grey hair that used to be tied into her signature two knotted rings with ribbons entwined in them was now falling freely on her back. Her cheeks that used to be full and pudgy were now hollow and sticking out. I don’t know how long she was here but it certainly did something to her.

                Annie was very different from Suzanne.

Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status