Author's Note

Black and white are the colors of photography; they don't exist in our world.

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Sometimes your life takes a wrong turn... Sometimes it does a one eighty.

Jane Anderson's first mistake was ever going to the small corner store alone at night, but then again, how could she have assumed that the day would end with death? Now in the hands of murderers, she must hold on to hope or risk dropping into a state much worse.

Please do not read if you are triggered by abuse, rape, or any similar content. And definitely don't read if you're looking for a HAPPY ENDING. Just a heads up