CHAPTER 87
The final days of February fell over Greenwitch like a blanket, smothering the town in a layer of ice and silence. Cooper thought he would be grateful for the quiet. But it wasn't the silence of a town at peace; it was the silence of a town whispering behind their hands. The silence of stolen glances and wild rumors. The silence of a town gone mad with secrets. Cooper shivered as he leaned against his apartment building, the rough brick picking at the back of his hoodie. He tapped his left crutch against the frozen concrete tap, his eyes pinned on the little red Honda in the Parker's driveway, exhaust fumes curling into the air. From the passenger seat, he watched as Calla crawled out. She held onto her mom for support, who balanced a suitcase in one hand and her daughter in th
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