Part 45:
link “Told anda so,” Arthur whispers into her neck.
“I didn’t doubt you,” she tells him, still running her fingers through his hair.
He straightens up and looks at her, his face still sad. “That news artikel just makes it so…
real, anda know? Not that I didn’t think it wasn’t real, but actually seeing it documented in black and white, so detached like that, as if she wasn’t the cinta of someone’s life, wasn’t someone’s mother…”
“Shh, love,” she gently pulls his...
