Elizabeth Karre books

No Regrets

My dad’s voice. I saw my door was open as I doubled over on the floor, still clutching Big Dawg’s leash. I couldn’t keep it in, and I puked right on him. Just that nasty stuff when there’s nothing else in your stomach. “Layla!” His voice was coming closer. Crap, crap, crap. I wiped my mouth on my...