Shara couldn’t blame her foster-brother Carl for having had nothing to do with her for years; his parents, after all, had virtually rejected him for her.
But now he had come back into her life, prepared to be friends. Friends?
It had never been as a friend that Shara had thought of Carl; she had never even thought of him as a brother.
But now he had come back into her life, prepared to be friends. Friends?
It had never been as a friend that Shara had thought of Carl; she had never even thought of him as a brother.
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