Satisfied she was not a fugitive, she used a credit card to book a room for the night. She then turned on a burner phone. They were surely tracking her, but that worked out in her favour before. —I really owe them now…
After a long shower that left her skin pruned, and an indulgent amount of room service, she felt a bit more human. As much as could be expected of someone who returned to their cell every time they closed their eyes. At least I dream…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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