Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Ronald couldn't get a read on the man before him, and his brow furrowed in frustration. "Who put you up to this?" he demanded.

"My boss. We've never seen him. We got calls and cash," Scar Man replied, sliding a piece of paper with a phone number across the table. Ronald scribbled down the number, his mind racing. "Where's Claire Floyd?" he pressed on.

Scar Man shook his head. "We took her. Yeah, but then some goon from the top took her off our hands. Where to? It beats me." It was a dead end. Again.

Scar Man claimed ignorance. "Look, sir, I'm tired. Let me catch some Z's, and I'll spill everything I know. Maybe cut me some slack?" Ronald remained silent, but I was mad. After everything Scar Man had done, the thought of him getting off easy was infuriating.

My recollections were a mess. Scar Man and his cronies had dragged me into the darkness, rapping me in unimaginable ways.

I never knew if I'd see the light of day again. My body constantly yanked from one horror to the next. In one attempt to escape, they broke my legs and severed the tendons in my heels. They even talked about burying me alive in the woods and then digging me up just for kicks. The sheer madness of it all!

Why should such monsters get any leniency? The pain was overwhelming. I could hardly remember the specifics, only that it was excruciating.

Ronald stepped out of the hospital room to see Max hanging out outside.

confusion, Max handed him a file. "I stopped the cremation and got the paperwork sorted. I'm pretty sure the

to prevent my body from

trembled as he

of despair must she have faced?"

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approached him urgently, his usual poise

his head, a bitter laugh escaping him as he confronted Claude. "Did

that! She must have taken Kate.

my disappointment. He decided not to break the news of my death

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