CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
I wondered what Sully’s motive was in telling me that her mother was a Marine, and I wondered what they had hoped to find. I also thought about her mention of my previous brush with the legal system, which reminded me of the upcoming group therapy I had to attend. Forty hours, court-ordered. I was almost there, just six hours away from finishing up. Six very long hours. But I’m a Marine. We eat torture for breakfast. This morning, however, I added some scrambled eggs and a second cup of coffee.
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