Chapter Forty-Seven
Zeev POV We watched Harlee flit around the church cleaning and straightening up as if nothing had happened. “She can’t be ok.” Ash mumbled. “She’s not.” Sands responded. “How do we get her to talk about it?” Ash asked. “You don’t.” I cut in. “Just leave her be. She’ll come to us when she’s ready.” Even though I was the one giving them the advice, my own heart and mind screamed at me to do something. Harlee was acting as though we hadn’t just lost our firstborn son. As if everything was fine. It was infuriating. I slammed out of the front doors of the church. “Couldn’t take any more of it either, huh?” Sam asked, leaning against the brick wall beside the door. I had the feeling if he were human, he’d probably be smoking. I rubbed a hand over my face. “She doesn’t mean t
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