18 Fractures

18

Fractures

“Yes, it’s her. I don’t even know what she’s doing here. She is so out of place.”

A ripple of cruel laughter followed. Tessy’s cheeks burned, but she stood upright, refusing to let herself be walked on, ready to talk back.

“Ronda! I am not a slave. I’m just here helping,” Tessy defen...

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