loe, my phone pinged wit

ew personal possessions, all piled haphaza

p, unmistakable even in the

ng she made before she died. Each patch told a stor

ir game for the scavengers. Or maybe Liam will use it for his

d hot, floode

told Chloe, showin

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, my knuckles white

gone. The c

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ng, using my key on the c

, Liam's hand resting possessively on her stomach. T

in," Isabelle said, her voice drippin

fied sound. "Heard you got

ing this, revel

lt," I said, my voice

gly old thing? Probably in the dumpster by no

irlooms, Ethan," Liam added, strok

ole my breath. They mocked

he quilt,

"It's gone.

housekeeper move his things to the guest room. Didn't want his

it. But a sliver of