Nothing.
The underside of the bed was clean.
The frame was dry.
The walls were fine.
The odor should have disappeared.
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Nothing.
The underside of the bed was clean.
The frame was dry.
The walls were fine.
The odor should have disappeared.
“You’re my girlfriend, not my wife.” Jenna knocked softly on the door, and I let her in, my heart still heavy from Marcus's words.…