Once I finished, I went to the sink and cringed at my reflection in the mirror. Sleep therapy is what some doctors dubbed it.” She continued to talk while I emptied my bladder, keeping her word to give me as much privacy as she could. “It was a barbiturate used to sedate patients. “What did they give me?” I asked when we stepped into the restroom straight across from the room I was in.Īnn led me to a stall with no door, only an off-white partition that separated it from the other johns. The blue paper booties I wore crinkled against the bottoms of my feet sliding across the shiny white floor. Several metal doors with bolts lined the walls. We entered an uncarpeted, vacant hallway that branched out on both ends. I’m very happy to have her with us, and I know you’ll enjoy reading and sharing this one! Rebekkah, the floor is yours. This morning’s #ExcerptWeek guest is paranormal writer Rebekkah Ford, with an excerpt from Ameerah.
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