Steel Hearts
Blake
I spotted her on the side of that empty road like a shadow that had lost its way. Small frame, arms wrapped tight around herself, looking like the night had already chewed her up and was fixing to spit her out. Most women out there at that hour, dressed like that, they’re either waiting on someone or trying to outrun something. The second I saw her eyes—wide, guarded, darting around like a trapped bird—I knew which one she was.
Lucy. That was her name. She said it soft, like she was afraid to claim it, like someone had taught her it didn’t belong to her anymore. I don’t forget details like that. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they say their
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