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out of the room before the rage inside my chest spilled over in front of him.
In the hallway, I leaned against the wall and forced myself to breathe. In for four. Out for six. Again. My hands were shaking so hard I had to press them against my thighs.
Then the memory hit me, sharp and unavoidable.
Dad’s voice on the phone. Did you eat any.
Evelyn screaming.continue reading …
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