Claire?" Claire blinked open her eyes. She looked up at her mother, wondering why their faces were so close. "You fainted." "I didn't," Claire argued, though evidence pointed to the contrary. She was lying on her back in her own driveway. The policewoman was standing over her. Claire tried in vain to think of an insect the woman resembled, but honestly, she just looked overworked and tired.
( Karin Slaughter )
[ Pretty Girls ]
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