Two days later, Zoe gazed at a sleeping Willa, still unable to believe that she was here – in Denver, in this hospital, in this bed. She was supposed to be safe and sound and happy, wandering the sun-kissed, golden deserts of New Mexico with Jimmy, on her dream trip. Or painting the bedroom wall in their new place. But instead she was here, and she was beaten up, starved, dehydrated, and…
Zoe’s eyes drifted to Willa’s right hand. To what wasn’t there anymore. She winced, and flexed her own fingers, then took Willa’s left hand gingerly, not wanting to wake her up. God, what Willa had been through…
She had always known that Gil was a monster, of course. But this was beyond what she’d ever thought him capable of. It was light-years beyond what she’d thought anyone capable of.
Fucking anim
