Chapter 143 So, What's Next?
- AMARA'S POINT OF VIEW.
- I let out a breath of relief as the tension in my spine disappeared into thin air. Slurping on my mango smoothie, I mused on the events of yesterday.
- If trauma had a smell, mine would be burnt toast and mangoes. I sat on the counter in one of Ace’s many hoodies, sighing at the delectable taste of the smoothie I cajoled him into making for me.