After an hour, they did surgery on me.
I felt sick with the fact that they are not cutting me open, trying to save whatever was left of me when my sammy might be dying right now.
Jenny my grandaughter tells me detective mckellen wants to speak with me
i nodded, and a man with blue eyes and hazel hair steps in.
He asks about what i remember of happening, and i tell him every single detail, ignoring my sore throat.
"What about my sammy? Is he ok?"
He kept quiet, and looked at me in the eyes.
"I'll find who hurt your sammy,"
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My Sammy
Romance"But what about my Sammy? Is he ok?" "I'll find who hurt your Sammy."
