The Next Sacrifice?
Sacrifices are necessary. And sometimes innocents have to suffer for the greater good.
I’ve always told myself that. Believed it, too.
Until I collided with her.
She’s plain, curvy, probably easily overlooked by most. Still, I sense a strength in her, a fire, a kindred spirit that draws me.
But she’s asking questions, questions that I can’t answer, questions that very powerful people don’t want asked. And if I can’t convince her to stop, she might be my next sacrifice.