𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. . . . "They don't care about you," Fitzgerald rasps, voice grating painfully against her throat. Her nose is broken, and blood is smeared all over her b...