The Love of a Bad Man, by Laura Elizabeth Woollett
I’ve always had small hands. The rest of me isn’t very big, either, but my hands are almost as small as a kid’s, with spindly white fingers and nails like broken seashells. David likes this about me. That there’s something about me that hasn’t changed for all these years. Ever since Cathy and David met … Continue reading The Love of a Bad Man, by Laura Elizabeth Woollett
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