Read Chapter Thirteen here. CHAPTER FOURTEEN I hauled myself out of bed to take an early morning walk and clear my head. The storm that ripped through had left the streets and yards strewn with debris — downed branches and torn leaves and tattered Crepe Myrtle blossoms — and dumped so much water that rivulets still streamed in the gutters.
Dead Ringer: Chapter Fourteen
Dead Ringer: Chapter Fourteen
Dead Ringer: Chapter Fourteen
Read Chapter Thirteen here. CHAPTER FOURTEEN I hauled myself out of bed to take an early morning walk and clear my head. The storm that ripped through had left the streets and yards strewn with debris — downed branches and torn leaves and tattered Crepe Myrtle blossoms — and dumped so much water that rivulets still streamed in the gutters.