A Ghost Story
He did not see it, but I did. The glass of whiskey I set in her perfectly manicured hand, slipped clean through it. That perfect charming expression with those dancing eyes cracked with the glass on t...
He did not see it, but I did. The glass of whiskey I set in her perfectly manicured hand, slipped clean through it. That perfect charming expression with those dancing eyes cracked with the glass on t...