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think you’ve won?”
I should have walked away. Instead, I reached for my phone on the counter, planning to go downstairs and call Caleb. Diane grabbed my wrist. I pulled back.
The casserole dish tipped, shattering against the counter, pieces scattering across the floor. In the same instant, Diane shoved me hard in the chest.
I stumbled backward, slipped continue reading …
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