C13 Chapter thirteen

I watched the rain pour from Becky’s front-row passenger seat. She had picked me up after work on my request. We were parked on the street close to a store. The lack of sleep I had been experiencing for several nights was taking its toll on my mental health. A lot was going on in my head.

It was spine-tingling to think that I could lose Mom in a week. How could someone be so heartless?

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