Tin’s Bended by nsbnina

The house was lit up, the windows glaring in reflections of the setting sun, grinning like a Jack-o’-lantern. Cars lined both sides of the driveway. A few people might stop by the night before the funeral, Alden had told her. “No telling who’ll come to pay their respects,” he said when he dropped her and...

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