That bright small life crushed, wasted, discarded as carelessly as anempty can. It seemedinconceivable. The job comes first. She stopped and held her ground, looking him in the eye, jaded and toughbecause that was how she had survived.
But neither did it achieve anything signal. No doubt he did, Megan thought. His van matched the witness description. They came to offer support, sympathy or empathy, and friendship,but she didn't want to have anything in common with them.
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