WHEN SHE CAME TO, she lay in a hospital bed.
Dizzy. She waited for her mind to clear. It didn’t. Her gaze floated here and there.
Lights in the room dim. Out the window, black velvet.
Walls the color of California sand.
The door stood open. In the hall, the edge of a chair faced away, the edge of a woman sitting in it. Police uniform.
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