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Kira sat alone in her car, a few blocks away from the old Waters estate. Her forehead was resting on the steering wheel. She had never felt so completely drained—both emotionally and physically.
…Aside from the night she had escaped her own abduction, four years ago.
Her head was starting to throb again. The painkillers she had gotten at the hospital must be wearing off. She hadn’t bothered to replace the bandage around her head after removing it in the basement. It just seemed pointless somehow.
Her body cried out for sleep, but Kira resisted its pull by gripping the steering wheel with both hands until her swollen knuckles ached. She found herself sniffing at a trace of Kori’s perfume from when Trevor had driven her to the precinct earlier—a ghost of her sister in the car beside h
