They'd done it ( Read more... )

Sitting herself on the floor in front of the clothes box was a decision she had already come to regret. There was no possible way she was getting up on her own. Had she been alone, she would've been stuck there until some kind stranger walked by and took pity on her ( Read more... )

It had started just after breakfast ( Read more... )

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GeorgeChrist, she could just kill him with her bare hands. Left on the sidewalk while he went traipsing off after Mitchell, again. Unsurprising, at this point. The anger… it was better than feeling guilty for what she’d put into motion. It had to be done, one way or another. It had to be, because she couldn’t stomach another bloody second sitting ( Read more... )