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... fed animal in a white-knuckled grip, her attention never leaving the ceiling fan spinning above her head.
Every four or five minutes, her phone would go off.
Texts from her sisters would cry out for some, or any form of communication, but Gabbrielle would never answer.
Rather, she mentally switched off her ringer so that she wouldn’t be disturbed.
Every so often, they would come and knock on the door, hoping she would answer it. She wouldn’t. No part of her felt l ...
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