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the doorbell camera from the kitchen. He rang the bell once. Then again. Then knocked harder with the side of his fist.
“Lauren,” he called. “Open the door.”
I didn’t.
Instead, I sent a text: Please communicate through counsel.
He looked at his phone, and I watched anger move across his face like a storm front.
This is my house too, he texted back.
I replied continue reading …
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