He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

time, feeling the fading warmth of the ceramic  mug against her palms, feeling the dull, throbbing ache radiating through her left cheek where the boy had struck her, and feeling something else—something bright and unfamiliar she couldn’t quite name—stirring deep in her chest.

Her phone buzzed violently against the table.

It was an urgent text from her continue reading …