Mouths To Feed

Marcus’s voice grew heavy with sorrow. “We aren’t villains,” he said. “We just wanted to survive.” His crew nodded again, shame clear in their faces.
Sarah’s chest tightened, but suspicion lingered. The dumping explained the barrels, yes, but the strange yellow balls remained unexplained. Her eyes sharpened as she prepared her next question. The hardest one yet.
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