is yours, you remember him?
I don’t understand, I shouted, tears welling. Where is Daniel? Ask him yourself, Ethan said, his laugh sounding now like a sob. If you want to ask him, you’ll have to go down to hell to do it. He’s dead. He died almost seven years ago, three months after you left.
The phone slipped from my hand and shattered on the pavement.continue reading …
