The hospital parking lot was colder than I had remembered.
Or maybe it was the way Stanley looked at me—as if I were dirt on the sole of his shoe.
His words still echoed in my mind:
"I'm glad someone's finally putting you in your place."
And that smug grin when he spoke them—like he'd won a prize.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles hard as bone, my breath fogging up the inside of the windshield. Moved not an inch. Not for a very long time. Sat there in stale quiet, the bag of pills from the pharmacy untouched on the glove compartment shelf, the pills themselves this nasty reminder of what I had allowed myself to become.
But Liana—she was the problem.
The reason my name hit the streets.
The reason I’d been forced to slink around in the dark like a goddamn criminal.
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