He was worried. 'What if the next target is someone close to me' that thoughts kept racing, over and over; ever since he saw the body. 'But I have no one left to love'
He was worried. 'What if the next target is someone close to me' that thoughts kept racing, over and over; ever since he saw the body. 'But I have no one left to love'
"Is she mine?" Freen asked with shaky hands watching the little kid playing on the playground. Her hair cascade on her shoulders, her eyes were brown, Freen's brown ones and her prominent nose is as...