Debbie Tully Lipscomb

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“I was seconds from eternity. And freedom. She? Just hours from a living hell. One I’d been living. We? Brought together in some sadistic plot.” Casey studied the audience. “She knew none of this when she found me in the shower. And for some reason, in the first act of kindness I’d known in . . . years, she stole some ice, a bunch of it, and packed me in it. Talking to me all the time. Telling me to hang in there. ‘You’re gonna be okay.’ I was too high to tell her that I didn’t want to be okay. The ice countered the drugs, lowered my heart rate, and kept me alive. When I woke, the ice had ...more
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