List of Bookmarks
02 Jan 2020
“You’re back!” Alice spun to greet him. If it weren’t for a raised hand of warning, Alice might have flung her arms around Alfred’s neck. Instead, she hugged herself, beaming as she drank in the familiar sight of him: wry smile, drooping eyes, rumpled schoolboy uniform.
“You haven’t been sleeping enough,” he said, with no sting behind the accusation.
“And you,” she said, rifling through the stacks of paper covering the kitchen table, “haven’t been visiting enough.”
NO WHY WOUDLYOU HURT ME