Aftermath

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Lynda J. King. Aftermath

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Author’s Notes

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Kate Taylor lay on the pallet in her dark cell and stared upward, where she knew the ceiling was, struggling with the searing pain in her abdomen. During the last three sessions, the men had upped the abuse, increasing the pain until it consumed nearly her every moment. Each she had wondered if their plan was to kill the baby.

Red, rrrrreeeeeddddd; breathe the red in. Rrrrreeeeeddddd; breathe the red out. Pain transformed into energy that flowed into her belly and dispersed throughout her body. Holder had taught her this technique. Sometimes it helped.

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She looked gratefully at Janice and then tried to reckon. She had been imprisoned in almost total darkness. There had been no day and no night, and she had lost the ability to differentiate one day from the next. She didn’t know exactly when her periods had stopped, but she could remember that she’d had two periods in the prison. It was hard to forget how awful that had been, having periods in her cell.

“What day is it?”

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