Lindsey, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Two Hours Earlier
Lindsey, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Two Hours Earlier
The transport pad was still humming when I stumbled off the smooth black surface and into Warden Egara’s arms.
“Slow down. Give yourself a minute. You just traveled through space.” Her normally stern voice was calm and soothing. Too calm.
“Let me go.” I shook off the arm she’d wrapped around my waist and headed out the doors to the employee area where the people I worked for had taken me before. Without the warden’s knowledge, of course. There was a locker room in the back where the cafeteria and cleaning staff kept their personal belongings and my things should still be there. My clothes. My cell phone. All in hiding awaiting my return.
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