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16 years. 192 months. 5,840 days. Eight million, four hundred nine thousand and six hundred nerve-wrecking, tear-jerking, absolutely horrid fucking minutes. Most would agree to finding it a hard task to keep track of time when one is so focused on something else. Something so intense that when engulfed in rather particular interests- the center of your attention would sometimes have the ability to take you off track, forget everything else around you and soon- become something that's almost impossible to ignore. F o c u s. It was so simple. So simple she was sure Tremaine was the pivot. Her center. But when the time came that her late ex-husband's head was cracked alongside a matching (16) pound metal hammer, she finally realized... It was time that truly was her anchor. Dedication goes wholeheartedly to any and all domestic violence victims, especially those closest to me. ❥ Letting you know ahead of time that my book will have mature material deemed for a mature audience. Read on your own recognizance. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2022
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