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The Aftermath
Tanner My eyelids close for what I’m sure is the last time as the swamp swallows me whole. I blink, and I wake up from the nightmare of mud and mire to see an angel. Bailey is smiling down at me, her eyes shining with relief and love. Muck from the swamp covers every inch of her, and brackish water drips from her hair. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. “Tanner?” she asks, her voice hushed and quiet as though she’s by a patient’s bedside. “Baby? Can you hear me?” “Yeah,” I sputter. My lungs are on fire, and my mouth tastes like I’ve been licking a sewage pipe. What the f**k happened? The last thing I remember is Amos trying to take me over again. Amos. Fear rushes through me, and I grip Bailey’s hands desperately. “Where’s Amos?” I wheeze as my eyes dart around, tryi
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