Chapter 17

        Vera's P. O. V

      (Two weeks later)

   I worked mindlessly for a while, my thoughts going in no particular direction. Ever since my verbal beat down two weeks ago, Ray never came back. I wouldn't say I missed him, but he was the only one who persisted while others left, and that left its mark. I hardly ever went out and madam Deborah had to do all the shopping for fear that someone would creep up behind me and finally put that bullet in my head. I just wished I'd stop living my life in this constant fear.

   Ava Morgan. That was the name the old man in the company we visited had called me. Was that my real name? I would I know, I can't remember anything. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. What happened to her? Why did I look like her? I dried the last of my plates and rinsed my hands, cleaning it with a towel before leaving for the living room upstairs where an old computer was kept. A little rese