Chapter 27 The Calm After The Storm

The dreams would come. The memories. The triggers.

Limping over to the full-length mirror, I stared at the pathetic reflection of myself.

My face was bruised in all sorts of places.

My bottom lip, dry, cracked, and split.

My left eye, faintly purple.

My hair, a tangled mess.

Tears stung my eyes. I ...

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