RALIIt was too cold.Not the kind of cold that wind makes, but the kind that blooms under the skin, bone-deep, as if the body knows it doesn't belong anywhere.I had a sweatshirt on, the one I'd stolen from some stranger's backyard. But it felt thin as air. I folded myself smaller in the corner, my arms hugging my ribs, my eyes scanning the crowd for a weak link. Someone careless enough to lose a wallet.Fifteen minutes later, I had one. It pressed heavy against my pocket as I walked out of the local restaurant. The owner didn't notice me take it. Hopefully, no one did.I found my way to the busy train station, hating the brush of shoulders, the jostle of arms. Maybe it was because I stank terribly, or perhaps, I saw everyone as the ghosts of the ones I'd lost.Dead.The cleaner was dead.Claudia was dead.The other one was shot in the head.Josephine was shot in the chest and ribs. Dead."Hello, ma'am?" A tap on the counter startled me. "There's a queue behind you, please. Can I
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