Chapter 64

The room had thin walls, thin curtains, and the air smelled like bleach that could not hide old smoke.

Marcy sat on the edge of a narrow bed and kept her hands folded so she would not shake. The blanket at her back was scratchy. She did not use it. She did not want anything from this place on her skin.

She listened. Pipes clicked in the wall. A car passed somewhere far off.

Where the hell was s