The Grim Room

CHAPTER 15

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            Rebecca flipped her hair and scratched her nose, staring at the yellow envelope that contained Chris’s prison letter, snapping it between her thumb and pointer finger like a deck of cards being mixed.

            She’d already reread the letter three times and was considering a fourth. Each time she read and placed it back inside the yellow envelope. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her Joe’s Crab Shack apron still on from the lunch shift.

            When I get out, I’ll find you. We’ll start a new life. A real life. I know I haven’t treated you the way you deserve to be treated. But I know you love me. I can change.

            Rebecca was trying her best to rid her mouth of the bitter taste her mother left. She’d been trying for the past two years. She did alright when she …