Barbara White

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A bond that transcends even death. Grief stirred in his stomach, moved up through his esophagus, threatened to spew out of his mouth in a macabre chant of He’s dead, my son is dead.
Barbara White
Will is so broken and lost when the novel starts. Every day, he's just trying to hang on to the rock.
The In-Between Hour
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