The Secret Card in Her Purse Exposed Chicago’s Darkest Night

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Fresh bruises patterned one arm like fingerprints.

There was a split above her eyebrow that looked deliberate.

Under the bright hospital lights, Sarah also saw the shadows of older injuries, yellowing ones, half-healed ones, old pain hidden beneath new catastrophe.

‘What’s your name?’ Sarah asked.

Norah opened her eyes long enough to say, ‘Norah continue reading …