Chapter 141 My Eyes, My Poor Eyes!
- AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW.
- “Amara.” My mother gasps in shock, her face contorting in horror; the complete opposite of the blissful one that she had earlier, much to my horror.
- Someone please tell me there’s bleach for the mind, so I can scrub this from my memory box immediately. Scratch that, what I need is something I can take to wipe my memory.