Chapter 11 011. Trust or Truth

Leona

I must have picked up that little chip a dozen times since I found it.

Sometimes I stare at it so long I forget how small it really is. Just a sliver of metal and plastic, no markings, no brand, no label. It shouldn't mean anything. But it does. I feel it in my bones.

This morning, I held it again, turning it over in my palm while the kett