Copyright 2012
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Adal had thought he’d be a nervous wreck but there were so many people and they were so…loud, and happy. They reminded him of champagne, not that he’d ever had any. But he’d heard about the bubbly stuff, and somehow he kept picturing most of Dorso’s family as some kind of human embodiment if the fizzy drink.The children in particular delighted him. He’d never been a happy child, how could he have? How much he’d missed! The squeals and laughter...
Published on January 02, 2013 23:10