52. Delivery: Anna Jade
“I’m really sorry about this,” Lita apologizes to me for about the fifth time in the past half hour. Which is understandable, since what we’re doing is far from pleasant for me, and it seems to be bothering her conscience that they must handle me this way. Currently, she’s working on stuffing my head into a dark, heavy hood that will hide my face and hair, not that anyone is going to see me once I’m tucked away in the wooden crate they plan to use for transporting me. In the back of a cargo van. During what I’m sure is going to be a bumpy ride. Yeah, she should be apologizing. But I also understand why it’s necessary. I was right about my suspicion that Alpha Miles isn’t going to let me just walk around his city. If anyone were to spot me here, it would be as good as spotting my mom, a
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