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dull thud that vibrates through the floorboards.
My father kicked the door three times.
Then the shouting started.
“Open this door, Rowan. I mean it. Open it right now or I’ll break it down.”
I stood in the hallway about five feet back from the door, watching the handle rattle violently. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from adrenaline.
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