CHAPTER ELEVEN
The intense day finally caught up to Avery on the drive home. All of a sudden, she found herself on her old street, driving to her old apartment in South Boston.
Whoa, she thought.
Quickly, she turned and headed in the right direction.
After her last case, Avery had not only upgraded her ride, but she’d also realized it would be better—both mentally and physically—if she moved into a completely new section of town. Although she’d always admired her last apartment, it was filled with too many memories of her former life; she’d bought it right after leaving her power job at Seymour & Finch, and the one and only time her daughter, Rose, had visited, the first sentence out of her mouth was: “This place is dark and miserable; it feels like somewhere people go to die.”
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