Chapter 8
Thomas Wells stood in the doorway. He was seventy-five years old, his hair completely white, his face deeply lined, wearing that old flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes recognized her. A complex emotion flashed across those eyes that had seen too much cruelty. But it wasn't ...
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8. Chapter 8
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