“Ow.” Katty’s arms were pulled behind her back. “That hurts.” Her shoulders felt like they were tearing apart. The metal handcuffs cut into her wrists. She wiggled against the two men. No use. Her mind, her thoughts were ragged, she couldn’t keep them on any one thing. From the red circles Bea had colored in, to the smell of Bea’s dirty head against her shoulder, to the visual of a row of tiny shooter bottles lined up behind the cans of vegetables. To the babies floating on clouds about her right now.
So mixed up. So crazy. That was it. She was crazy. Not going crazy. She was crazy. And she would never be any good to anyone, much less the cute cop or Bea.
wasHer stomach lurched. Swallow. Swallow. No. She cleared her throat. Belch.
Now here. Not with them.
Her whole body wanted to revol
