A Tin of Consequences

Lying still in the sterile hospital bed, Sloane ignored his soothing advice. She squeezed her eyes shut against the harsh fluorescent lights, wracking her throbbing brain to force the chaotic events of the afternoon into focus. The sharp, stinging memory of Tasha’s slap hit her cheek like a phantom brand. Then came the sudden, brutal shove into the storage room, the sickening crack of heavy metal