Thorn

When I couldn’t recognize her no matter how hard I tried and how much she wanted me to, she had left.

An hour later, she returned, accompanied by the man who had abducted me.

“Listen, you have to let me go,” I said, controlled by hunger, exhaustion, and anger.

I was angry because she had successfully prevented me from getting the money I was supposed to have gotten. I didn’t care why she was doing it.

She had simply done it on the freaking wrong day.

She looked at the man and they ...