The smell of morning coffee wafts through the air as I sit by myself at the kitchen table, and take a sip. Dad walks in, a grin plastered across his face. There’s something about that look, a glint of mischief in his eyes, that makes my heart race with anticipation.
Chapter 8 - Sage
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I just knew he was the one with the harley... Great cliffhanger. Ready for more!!! 💛💛