The name is Andrea Poirot. The year is 1932. The year I was finally reunited with my father, and met a man I felt I could finally trust. Happy story? Maybe. Will my secret destroy me, or will I finally have my happy ending?
The name is Andrea Poirot. The year is 1932. The year I was finally reunited with my father, and met a man I felt I could finally trust. Happy story? Maybe. Will my secret destroy me, or will I finally have my happy ending?
𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
i quickly walked down to the lockers, seeing mattheo and a bunch of other boys putting heir stuff away.
'mattheo.' i mumble, seeing him slam his locker an...