Eiran Wade
No matter how many times he told me he was bad news, I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. Because somewhere beneath the walls, the anger, and all the damage he’d collected over the years, I still saw glimpses of that little boy with the bright grey eyes and gummy smile.
About Eiran Wade
No matter how many times he told me he was bad news, I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. Because somewhere beneath the walls, the anger, and all the damage he’d collected over the years, I still saw glimpses of that little boy with the bright grey eyes and gummy smile.