Leandra Parsons

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“I’m nervous to tell it.” I wipe a palm on my pants, press my lips together, look down at the couch’s fibers. “Don’t feel sorry for me.” My voice sounds raspy. I swallow and hold his blue eyes with mine. “I’m okay now. I got out. And I found you.”
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
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