Twisted World: a Broken World Novel
“Jackson wouldn’t leave my side no matter how many times I told him I could make it back on my own. He was so damn determined to make sure I was okay that he wouldn’t hear me when I told him I was fine.
How the hell had I forgotten about the note, and what was in it?
That was the main thing going through my head as we reached the edge of shantytown. It had to be after two o’clock in the morning, but this section of the settlement was never completely silent. Not with the shacks crammed so close together and the people living in them determined to do whatever it took to survive. Which meant grunts and moans filling the empty space between Jackson and me, letting us know that nearby some woman was earning a living on her back—or on her knees.
“You okay?” Jackson asked, just as we made it past the shrine that signaled the center of the pathetic little neighborhood.
“I’m fine.”
He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.
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