C29 Chapter 29
“I am fucking dead on my feet. I didn’t know that was possible until now,” Ayra groaned, throwing herself back on the bed. “Did you know Kimberly has a weird obsession with flowers?” She asked, shutting her eyes.
“What did she do?” I asked, whipping my sweatshirt off my head.
She opened her eyes, eager to tell her story. “She wanted these enormous bouquets around the table