With every step she felt herself harden. She was a walking statue by the time she hit the police station’s exit.
She had a purpose again. Hate.
Eve cuddled hate to her heart like a baby—like the only baby she’d ever have. Eve despised reliving the accident, but she had to do it to get harder. She needed to be angrier.

Autor: Debra Anastasia

With every step she felt herself harden. She was a walking statue by the time she hit the police station’s exit.<br />She had a purpose again. Hate.<br />Eve cuddled hate to her heart like a baby—like the only baby she’d ever have. Eve despised reliving the accident, but she had to do it to get harder. She needed to be angrier. - Debra Anastasia




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