C52 (fifty two)

LAURA

Realizing the gravity of my words as Derek turns to look in my direction I curse myself inward for being too fears, fn the slippery tongue of mine,

"Pardon?" He asks as I'm unable to tell if he's confused or acting coy,

"William not you, I must have places you for William I'm sorry Derek"

"You mist miss him that much we've been off for days sear jig for arthur I understand but I'd like