Beneath The Surface: A Family's Secret
I just stood there, clutching th
floor, up my legs, and into my skull. It s
shed back t
the grit of the sand under my fingernails. I
nimal's hot, foul
, I remembered
and then a flicker of opportunity. When she shoved
ting rid of
und I had ever heard. It was the sound of my
y. They didn't
om. The phantom pain in my arm was so real I almost cr
my eyes, the t
ething cold and
p in my chest,
my hand. Kevin's jersey.
had meekly accepted the slap. I had g
y face. It felt foreign, lik
this
ey would be t
r and walked out of the laundry
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