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Chapter 1

The Bridge

By the time I was finally able to get up off the floor, I was still disorientated. The pool of vomit I was laying in smelled like sour milk and bile and the pain was slowly creeping into the elbow I landed on when I blacked out. 

I staggered to the bathroom to get a something to clean myself up with. When I caught my…

This is the link to the first chapter of my next book, check it out.

https://www.wattpad.com/user/ChristopherSharp9