C21 Cold Blood

I spent the entire morning flight staring blankly out the scratched window, my jaw clamped so tight my teeth ached.

The weekend was supposed to be a fragile, stolen taste of freedom but he had ruined it.

I came straight from O'Hare to the arena, still wearing the wrinkled dress from yesterday. My body ached. My head throbbed with a vicious, blinding migraine