Chapter 5: Go Ahead, Take It

The van stopped.

The air smelled of must and disinfectant.

The hood came off.

Bright light hit my eyes — I squinted.

They'd strapped me to a metal chair.

Around me: temporary partitions, IV poles, refrigerated storage units, and a row of cots.

People on those cots.

An elderly man. A...

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