“Climb the ladder, Heather
Vintage. Heather felt the fear and revulsion wash through her.
. I restarted spooning at my soup until I realised that he was looking at me.
“Climb the ladder, Heather
Vintage. Heather felt the fear and revulsion wash through her.
. I restarted spooning at my soup until I realised that he was looking at me.
“Climb the ladder, Heather
Vintage. Heather felt the fear and revulsion wash through her.
. I restarted spooning at my soup until I realised that he was looking at me.
