Chapter 170

EPILOGUE

They say it will take months to heal.

I don’t know if they mean my skin, my wrists, my bruised ribs—or the part of me that shatters every time I remember what I had to do to survive.

The smoke curls from the cigarette between my fingers, hot and bitter, and I lean back against the cold steel of the balcony railing.

"We've talked about this, mother."

That same arrogant voice.

I took anothe