Looking at myself in the mirror, I just felt numb. Pulling off my dress, I peeled off the tape on my stomach. Most of the stitches came with the gauze. A few places looked angry. There was some dried blood from oozing when Maddox grabbed me. Yet, it looked decent. I didn’t have a great angle to re-tape it. Surely it wouldn’t be long before Maddox was back. Throwing on some panties and a baggy t-shirt. For the next three hours, I tossed and turned, waiting for Maddox. Surely it wouldn’t have taken this long to talk to Steele and come back. Regardless of what was said, it had been hours. Tossing off the covers, I was done waiting. Grabbing some shorts, I was going to go find Maddox. Maybe he was in the kitchen or in his office. The packhouse was dead quiet. The lights were off, creating quite the haunted house vibes with the shadows. Slowly walking to the kitchen, I heard voices before I heard the clinking of pans. “…. not the same.” Steele’s voice sounded tired, maybe a little drunk
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