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A hard rap at the door interrupted Dee from the message she was leaving on Mike’s voicemail.
It’d been weeks since she and her only real friend, her only family, had talked. Playing phone tag, leaving long messages that kept each other up to date on the details of their lives, Dee admitted the lack of actual conversation made her life easier. Still, her guilt over keeping this giant secret from Mike weighed on her as much as the possibility of her untimely death.
It was just another layer to the mounting stratum that fed her nightmares, so sleep was nothing more than a wish.
Two new Soldiers were in attendance that morning, bringing the count of those watching her to five. Since her stunt, Kanchi hadn’t left, and the others rotated on staggered schedules, so there was no way she cou
