Chapter 4
Katie didn’t feel any better when she woke in the morning.
She normally enjoyed waking. Even after a late night, dawn was the world’s softest alarm clock. Her tiny rented flat might not be much bigger than the bed, but it faced east toward the April dawn. She always left the curtains open to welcome the light.
Today she yanked them closed—hard enough to dislodge the rod and it clanked to the floor.
Worse, there wasn’t even a single blissful moment before her thoughts were overrun by the fact that she was a bloody freak.
No, it just couldn’t be right.
But twenty-twenty hindsight was offering her some awfully relevant memories.
Playing football at boarding school, she always knew when someone was coming up hard from behind to the steal the ball. It had made her a killer cent
