Danny’s Jewel By Andrew Frangs

Clare sat on the bed holding Danny in her arms, her tears had dried up, for the moment anyway. Outside the sun sparkled in a very unusual english way. A little bit of hope, that the rain had finally stopped, should have cheered Clare up, but it didn’t. The last three months of grasping at...

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