Chapter Two - Escalation

What little sleep she got came in fits and starts, always ending abruptly when one

memory played across her mind's eye. The blade in her hand, the soft tissue of Morgan's neck

splitting under her violent slash, the blood spraying everywhere. Janelle Townsend sat straight up

in the bed as she woke, the bed that was not her own inside the bedroom that was not her

bedroom. Her fingers dug deep into the silk sheets, clenching into fists. Her muscles tensed as

she looked around the room bathed in intermittent sunlight thanks to the large windows to her

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