There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I walk over to the laptop, intending to close the screen.
Right as my fingers make contact, I hear the soft chime of another email
arriving.
Usually, my mother’s emails are shunted over to a folder where I don’t have
to see them. Because that folder is already open, I’m hit with her name and
the heading: Your Mother’s Day Card.
I stare, confused, forced to parse that sentence.
I obviously do not receive Mother’s Day cards myself, and I certainly haven’t
sent one to her.
My index finger moves without my consent, floating over to the trackpad and
clicking once.
The email leaps up before my eyes.
For once, there’s no rambling diatribe.
Just an image, which appears to be an open card, scanned and copied.
I recognize the childish handwriting:
Happy Mothers Day Mommy
I love you so so so so so so so much. I made you cinnimin tost.
Im sorry I make so many misstaks. Your the best mom. Im not very
good. I will try so hard. I will be beter.
I love you. I hope you never leeve. Please dont leeve even if Im bad. I
wont be bad.
You are so pritty. I want to be pritty like you.
I love you Mommy. I love you.
Mara