Chapter 87 - 87: You killed, Dad...

Lyla

I stretched lazily like a cat, yawning as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

This was probably one of the best sleeps I've had in years. Last night after the meeting, I wanted to go home – back to the Packhouse, but Nathan had insisted I sleep over at theirs. He was worried that my mother might get provoked if she saw me there in the morning.

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