CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Jessica
That night at the safe house, I thrashed around in bed, unable to sleep. Couldn’t imagine why.
The room was hot and dusty, little-used, and unkempt with only a bed, a desk, a computer, and a bookshelf along one wall. The musty smell of old books made me feel like I was trying to sleep in the back room of a used book warehouse.
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