Peter
My precious Molinka. So brave, with chin jutting and defiant, eyes hard and staring with purpose. Her delicate hands grip the steering wheel. Dry blood clings to the cuticles. Only days ago, these fingers thrilled then clutched me in passion. Their tenderness comforted.
Now her hands should be safe within mine.
What have I done?
Determined to solve ou…
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