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... ng right there on the kitchen tile while the rest of us pretended not to notice the human bonfire.
The only thing missing was someone throwing a marshmallow into the flames.
Emma’s wheeze graduated to a snort.
One single, traitorous, volcanic snort that detonated in the kitchen like a flashbang laced with pure evil.
The kind of sound that didn’t just expose her—it testified against her in court.
Sarah’s head whipped up from behind the coun ...
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