It was August and it felt as if they were the only ones in New York. “Don’t even bother with them,” he said to her. Charlie caught Rose scanning for a familiar face among the thinning crowd. “They see you, but they don’t really see you.” Rose would have been in Greece that time of year. Saltwater was the only thing she thought could heal her. Slave to L…
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