Rita came to after passing out in a dump among ragged drifters, remembering nothing of her past.
Rita lazily stretched, loosening her stiff limbs beneath an old, grimy blanket that had long lost its original shape and color. Her body felt as if it were made of lead, and every movement sent an unpleasant tingle through her muscles. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the bright sunlight that filtered through the … Read more