Rude Awakenings
The metal door clicked open, creaking ajar only a small amount as Kate paced the waiting room nervously. Manicured nails had been whittled to the skin, her heart racing as she wondered what was stopping them from swinging open the door fully. Through the gap, Kate could see a well-worn hand against the steel handle, could hear the chatter of men. The tremble of her own hands hadn’t subsided since she’d received Colton’s phone-call – his raw voice telling her he was in jail, followed by a blur of instructions on how to withdraw his bail money. She’d raced to the county jail, eroding a scuffed path over their dirty carpet as she paced back and forth for what felt like hours. She could vaguely
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