Prologue
October 2014
Logan, Illinois
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Nina bursts through the front door with her mouthful of the largest vomit her insides could create, dripping through the webs of her fingers. She falls lifelessly to her knees and dresses the green lawn in a new orange shade. Her phone keeps ringing, but she ignores the call.
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“What the hell is happening to me right now?” she yells before using her trembling arms to stand up for air. Her phone rings again—it’s Dr. Edwards.
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“Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for an hour!” Dr. Edwards angrily whispers through the phone.
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“You really don’t want to know,” Nina replies in a groggy tone. Dr. Edwards continues, “I came to check on your parents like you asked and…well, I’m not sure how to tell you this, but we have a problem.”
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