“Whereas no one at The Tower showed any outward interest…”
“You can’t smell them—(like I do.)” Julia said.
There was a tremble in that voice, as Julia found herself back in that dark place at the mercy of those men. Her eyes were distant and glassy, while her breathing grew shallow.
Clara was not sure how to deal with the situation. Trauma like this ran deep, and she had little experience in handling it. Especially my own.
“Julia?” Clara asked.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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