Who— My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. Who is his mother? Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. Was. She’s dead.
Diana Gabaldon
Who— My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. Who is his mother? Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. Was. She’s dead.