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Автор Белль Аврора
Contents
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
PROLOGUE
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Epilogue
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First published 2014
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Dedication:
To anyone who has ever loved unconditionally.
To all the people who have loved someone that did not deserve it.
And finally, to every person who has followed their heart down the path less travelled.
This is for you.
I can hear them again.
My neighbors are fighting. The little boy screams for him to stop.
I kneel down by my window. Closing my eyes tight, I cover my ears and sing to myself.
I don’t like it.
Then, nothing.
I listen hard, then uncover my ears.
Turning around, I stand a little, peek over the edge of the window, and see him walking fast by the side of my house. He stumbles, falls, and crawls out of my sight.
He’s hurt.
My heart races.
I could get in a lot of trouble. Daddy would be real mad.
Kneeling down out of sight for a moment, I stand quickly and creep to the doorframe.
I listen. Hard.
The TV plays and I hear him snore.
Hope ignites.
Tiptoeing down the stairs, I sneak into the kitchen. Getting a chair from the small dining table, I stand on it and reach for the top shelf.
I get what I need, slide the chair back in, and make my way to the back door.
My hand reaches for the knob, grips it tight, then…I still.
I could get in a lot of trouble for this.
My heart beats out of my chest.
Turning the knob, it squeaks a little, and fear washes over me. Stopping, I turn it so slowly that it takes forever to make the rotation.
