Beth McLeod

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This town is the last place I’ll ever want to be. But I want to figure out a way to visit if you are here.” My voice cracked this time and I cleared my throat so I could finish my thought. “I will come back for you, always.” My sister reached up and cupped my face, using her thumbs to wipe away my tears. “There you are.” She smiled at me fondly. “There’s my sweet brother. I’d wondered where you’d gone.”
All Folked Up (Good Folk: Modern Folktales, #3)
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