Jinn
Thick rain started pouring down outside, and the air felt dense with energy as I drove to my cousin’s place, breaking every damn rule on the road. My fingers clenched around the leather steering, gripping it so hard that my knuckles turned white.
The last sight I remembered before leaving my house was the tears that were streaming down Dahlia's cheeks. Thinking about it, my heart felt heavy and I could feel physical pain in my chest.
I hated to see her crying. I wanted to pull her into my arms and forgive her but then I remembered all the lies and betrayal she did to me yet again.
Charlie’s adoption papers.
He’s not our son, Jinn
Each word that Dahlia spoke to me earlier that evening spread like tentacles around my brain, sucking every damn ounce of peace out of me. Every
