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Opening Wounds
"I’m sorry, Nonno. I’m sorry, I –”
“Angie what the hell did you do?” Rin grabbed her and pulled her away from the yelling man.
Sonny was writhing on the bed, tea spilled all over his chest and his body straight out as if he were in agony. Sasha threw the tray off the bed uncaring it landed to the floor with a clatter and ripped the thin quilt off him. She yanked the shirt open to reveal light pink mottling on his chest, but he grunted about his leg, and she felt a terrible moment of panic. No. Not the leg.
“Angie!” Rin shook her furiously. “What happened?”
Sasha considered it couldn’t have been hard enough because her head was still attached, and she was still capable of speaking. She felt a terrible need to violently end the woman who had carelessly hurt Sonny. Her pathetic words only served to make her angrier.
“I was trying to get comfortable on the bed and I accidentally le
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