“Here I stood, in front of the tree once more, the bark rough beneath my fingertips. This time I knew the truth. I swore on my son’s life that he would be avenged. Somehow, someway, I would have my revenge.”
Heather Keynes’ teenage son died in a tragic car accident. Or so she thinks. However, deep...
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