The wound
Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump… The pounding on her door was
Despite its troubles
Angie looked sadly at the girl at the other side of her mirror. It was a matter of time. Seconds? Minutes? Thump, thump, thump… The pounding on her door was
-How much time do you think we have? asked Rosy -I don’t know: A week? A month? Answered Melanie. They were sitting on the top of the pickup in front