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Lisa
100 days since leaving Grace
Lisa couldn’t figure out where she was now. Except that her shoes were starting to feel painful, which meant she’d been walking for a while.
She pulled out her phone to check the time, then remembered she’d turned it off to save the battery.
She’d started through the neighborhoods, with the vague notion that there was a back way out, that if she walked these roads long enough they would lead to another road, and that one was dark and wound around a creek and would eventually take her to the Central Valley. Though it was beginning to look like she wouldn’t be able to keep walking without finding a new pair of shoes.
The first surge of terror and betrayal after Singer’s text (sending me back, sending me back, oh god, oh please, I can’t, I must) had
