Distracted by the sight of her reflection, Julia’s eyes went wide and glassy. She expected to see a brunette, with deep brown eyes, barely perceptible breasts and a gaunt face. Those details were prominently featured on the mugshot stapled to the cover of her medical file. A picture with every rib showing through that tight-fitting t-shirt she wore the night of her arrest.

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“Fuuuuuuck,” Julia said while luxuriating in the radiating heat of the water. “I needed this.”

Drops of water in her hair dripped down her forehead over her eyes. While it blurred her vision, Julia did not care. This was one of the few times they allowed her a moment’s peace, even with an armed guard watching over her.

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Julia’s eyes were heavy, like waking up with one hell of a hangover. Her head was pounding, and she was parched, which lent credence to the theory. How did I get plastered in prison?

As the blistered white paint came into focus, Julia formed an entirely new hypothesis. This was the prison hospital, and her hangover was the side effect of her brain bouncing around her skull like a pinball. Better here than the morgue.

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