I do know it was more than just a coincidence that I found this card on the darkest day of my life. I remember it like it was yesterday. A mouth full of blood, not all of it my own. Fresh finger-shaped bruises forming on my throat, and an ache between my thighs I didn’t ask for. I’d stumbled out of the Devil’s Coast Academy and into the parking lot. Got in my car and drove, until I could no longer see the school’s Gothic spires in my rear-view mirror. I made it as far as the church in Devil’s Dip before the reality of what they’d done to me—what I’d done to them—hit me like a tsunami. I
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