No Longer Your Errand Girl
mething the doctors vaguely termed "extreme stress-induced internal bleeding," a quiet, devastating loss that
I was wea
wledged the expensiv
I couldn't place, maybe surprise at my continued silence, my la
attention waver for a
phone is almost dead, and I need to post about our fab
a genuine smile
se, swee
as he passed
y wants a 'winter wonderland' photoshoot on the rooftop terrace for h
rrace was exposed, and I was still
ny warmth. "Early. Before the snow gets too heavy. Fairy lights, tho
I was well enough
rior, when Tiffany had insisted on a midni
oo dangerous, the tide w
illjoy, Ava. Tiffa
. A rogue wave had slammed me against a submerged
immediately turned to comfort a shriek
s I tried to clean the wound myself. "Alway
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