CHAPTER 121
Calla had a little brother. Despite everything that they'd learned, this was the thought that hounded Cooper as they made the long drive back home. The skies opened up above them, pummeling Cooper's car with an onslaught of rain. He wasn't sure how much more this poor thing could handle, but she chugged along just the same, wheezing a little as she went. He should've been concerned about the very real possibility of breaking down on the side of the highway, but he wasn't. His thoughts were elsewhere, adrift in a sea of unwelcome thoughts. Yes, Calla's faulty memory troubled him. She had a history of forgetting important details—like the time she'd committed murder in cold blood. The fact that she was dealing with more of the same now wasn't a good sign. Cooper knew that. But
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