Fire for Fire
Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?
- Jodi Picoult
ANA
I wipe a line of sweat off my brow as I walk out.
The early evening air is brisk for a Miami night, and as I stumble out of the Tripping Out! building, following Easy Emily to the street, the wind whips at my clothes and hair, creating a chill that I barely feel.
My body is still simmering with heat.
I can’t shake off the feeling of the odd visitor’s eyes, and even as Emily leaves me on the concrete, waving goodbye, those grey-blue eyes are still in the back of my mind—burning. But I can’t think about them much longer. The black truck idling by the sidewalk is the reason I’m here, the reason the slutty secretary “saved” me from the hypnotic “Mr. Brady” upstairs, and as I stare idly at the t
