room smells the same as every waiting room I’ve ever been in. Bleach and old coffee and fear.
I was still in my cut. Still had Mia’s blood on my hands. The nurse had given me a wet rag but I hadn’t used it yet. I couldn’t bring myself to wipe her off me.
Duke sat on one side of me. Tiny on the other. Cash across the aisle, still shirtless under his vest,continue reading …
