Possessed by the Devil
Enough to twist him up in a way that badge and family couldn’t fix fast.
In the car, Tamara rested her head against my chest, eyes half closed. She was bruised and worn, but alive. I felt the ledger weight in my head and the fire in my gut. Thiago’s name, his badge, Moretti — I’d turned it into something that would burn him.
Driving away, with her breathing slow and heavy, I thought about the truth I’d learned again and again: there’s no peace here. You get short breaths between wars, and you spend those breaths making sure the next war goes in your favor.
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