We Were Mothers
Katie Sise
"Laurel’s anxiety rose with each breath. Her hands gripped the edge of her neighbor Cora’s marble kitchen island, and she spoke faster and faster, trying to escape the feeling."
"Laurel’s anxiety rose with each breath. Her hands gripped the edge of her neighbor Cora’s marble kitchen island, and she spoke faster and faster, trying to escape the feeling."
"Miss Harkness and I arrived at the location of the murder at around eight o’clock, by which time the sun had fully set, and it was not difficult to imagine movement in the shadows."
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