Chapter 8
HazelThe world slowly came back into focus.
The same technician had a startled look on his face.
The hand clutching the cellophane wrapped mint dropped the candy. Her knees gave way and Hazel fell to the floor.
The same room. The same technician.
She hadn’t gone anywhere.
The space behind her eyes ached.
Correction. She was teleported and rematerialized in the exact same location. The teleport must have failed. They did that, right? If the receiver pad wasn’t operational it sent you back to the starting location? Cold dread settled in her stomach and Hazel knew, knew, that her ex-husband had somehow managed to stop the teleportation. There was no escaping him. She was defective and he was the only one who wanted her. He’d told her as much, and she believed him now.
“Hang
