Chapter 13 - Returning to the Texas Rental to Gather Belongings

Three days later, accompanied by two armed county sheriff deputies, I returned to the rundown rental house to collect my belongings.
The morning sun cast long shadows across the overgrown yard and the weathered wooden porch post where my hands had been restrained.
I walked up the creaking wooden steps, staring at the marks in the paint where the rope had rubbed against the timber.
The house felt hollow and pathetic now that the cowards who ruled it were locked away in concrete cells.
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Packing my clothes into sturdy duffel bags, I paused in the kitchen to toss the old cracked phone into the trash.
Its job was finished; it had rescued me from the darkness and given me back my life.
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