CHAPTER
Becky couldn’t catch her breath. Her body heaved, making the motions of sobbing, but instead of crying she was simply trying to suck even the smallest amount of air into her lungs.
“Come on,” Donahue grumbled. “Enough of that. Straighten yourself up. You should be ashamed.”
Sob. Suck. Breathe.
There was a sting in Becky’s lungs, and with each failed inhale, a hole inside her chest cavity was ripped a little wider.
Sob. Suck. Breathe.
But there was no air to breathe.
“You really are green, aren’t you?” Donahue lit up a cigarette and took a slow drag.
Sob. Suck. Choke. Cough.
Donahue glanced at Becky and raised an eyebrow. “You done now?” She gave a little sneer. “I hope you’re well rested.” She glanced at the bed. “Your shift starts in half an hour.”
“My shift?”
Donahue w
