Sixteen Years I Didn’t Speak to My Mother. Then I Went Missing, and From Her Sickbed She Said “Go Find Her”
And then, from a long way down, I managed to get my eyes open, and Whitaker bent toward me and asked me the question quietly.
“Ma’am.
Did you do this to your own wound, deliberately?”
“I’m a paramedic,” I said.
It was all I had the breath for.
Chapter 12 — Not Random
It took me a while to get the rest of it out, in pieces, between the fluids they were running into my arm.
“It wasn’t an accidental infestation,” I told him.
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