Love is the Antidote When the son of a serial killer falls for his father’s only surviving victim... The first thing Mercy became aware of was her facing throbbing a low level beat. Her bones ached and her muscles felt too heavy to move. Her side burned with every inhale and exhale. Her stomach felt oddly distended and empty at the same time. And she was going to milk it for all it was worth. She finally had a viable excuse to stay in her room, avoid group, and cancel her session with Dr. Payne. The flu. She’d tell everyone she had the flu. Couldn’t be too far from the truth. It wasn’t like she was faking how bad her body felt. She would spend the entire day lying here, eyes closed pretending to sleep, and luxuriating the rare bit of isolation. “Are you awake?” A masculine voice whispered. Her heart slammed against her spine, her muscles leaped. She gasped a sound of undiluted shock and wrenched her eyes open. The world around her had changed. Gone was the sterile ...
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