I was eight years old when my mother died. We lived in a modest double-story house a mile off the coast of a Florida beach. It was the middle of one particularly humid night, and I was going downstairs to get a glass of water. I didn't see anything coming. All I could feel was gray. I hadn't thought anything of it. I was barely awake. Gray wasn't unusual for the middle of the night. And she didn't even scream.
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Chameleon ✔️
Детектив / ТриллерI have three secrets. 1. I'm in the witness protection program. I witnessed my mother's murder when I was eight years old, and now the murderer is after me. 2. I can read minds. Or not "read" them... not exactly. But I can feel them. Every emotion h...
