[Blood. Guts. Something else entirely. The kind of mess the man describes flashes through her mind too quickly. Too many memories. Too much ruined clothing.
All she can do in that moment is freeze. Drop the water bucket in the sink and squeeze her eyes shut tight. Too many memories. Too many.]
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All she can do in that moment is freeze. Drop the water bucket in the sink and squeeze her eyes shut tight. Too many memories. Too many.]