The Truth Nicholas Carver Was Too Late to Stop
David’s hands stayed steady on the wheel.
Outside, rain hammered the windshield hard enough to blur the city into streaks of silver and black. The heater hummed softly, filling the car with dry warmth that felt unreal against Emma’s soaked skin.
She sat curled into the corner of the backseat, David’s …
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