Owen
YOUR MOTHER WAS CORA THE CLEANER?
I stare at the screen of my mobile.
My mother: dead. And Francesca... knew.
It's the hottest night of the year, yet my teeth are chattering together.
I open the tracking app on my phone.
YOUR MOTHER WAS CORA THE CLEANER?
I stare at the screen of my mobile.
My mother: dead. And Francesca... knew.
It's the hottest night of the year, yet my teeth are chattering together.
I open the tracking app on my phone.
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