Chapter 47

EVANGELINe POINT OF VIEW

I scrub my skin until it bleeds.

Blood .... not mine, not really .... clogs the drain, mixes with cheap shampoo, turns the water rust-red. The stench clings to me, to the mirror, to the silence. No matter how hard I scrub, I can't get tonight off me.

But the worst pa...

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