Aeonian: Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Three
For days I avoided Martha. I kept to my room and left her in hers. I came down to the kitchen only to take leftover Christmas food, refill bottles of water, then I went back to my room. I didn’t want to see her. I couldn’t look at her. She had been pretending to be my friend all this time, but what was she really? What did she know?
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