Janey pulled in the salty air, wishing it didn’t hold the scent of her childhood. A burning rage existed inside her that she needed to scream out. Sometimes she needed to hit something really hard to get the fury out of her system.
Nantucket had no Crossfit gym, and no punching bag, and while Janey had brought her workout clothes, she hadn’t sought out a…
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