**Two Months Later**

*Caterina*

I woke up and groaned in pain; my shoulder bothered me constantly ever since I’d been shot. Luckily the bullet had made a clean exit so the injury hadn’t been too bad, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

I rubbed my shoulder, trying to get the worst of the pain to go away. Most days I was able to forget about the pain after a while, but every morning I woke up feeling like I’d been shot all over again. I tried ...