Stephanie Munguia

50%
Flag icon
I stand and shout to Farrow, “She said she hit her head.” “On what?” He drops the trauma bag and assesses Luna. “Concrete. The ground. She fell.” The cop is pushing me towards the door. “Check her ribs!” It’s all I can release before the cop carts me outside.
Unlucky Like Us (Like Us, #12)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview