"Don’t say morning’s come; don’t say it’s up to me"
~Sugar, Tori Amos
Anna was relaxing outside of Gavin's home in Scotland, admiring the sunrise when her cell phone rang for the first time in the month since she'd fled New York. Placing the bookmark to keep her page, she blinked at the caller ID.
Adam Ross.Adam? Why would Adam, of all people, be
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