“NOT EVERY VICTORY IS WITNESSED BY THE ONE WHO EARNED IT.”Tricia stood there under the sharp stage
“NOT EVERY VICTORY IS WITNESSED BY THE ONE WHO EARNED IT.” Tricia stood there under the sharp stage lights, holding the medallion like it weighed more than metal — like it carried every mile, every scar, every song Toby ever gave the world. You could see her steadying herself, fingers trembling just a little as … Đọc tiếp