CHAPTER TEN
Well, that was a crap way to spend the last hour or so. Nice to know I had served my country in order to get treated like this. I wanted to say, “I fought for you people and now my body is wreckage, even though I’m barely in my thirties. Good to know you only see me as a madwoman who would kill her own clients.” I cracked the car windows. Chilly air blew in and stung my face. It felt good and reminded me that I was alive.
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