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... even as the sharp crack of the slap continued to echo—once, twice—off stone and steel.
Ivanna stood motionless, eyes wide, watching in real time as her cheek bloomed red, the imprint of four of my fingers burning into her skin.
I had raised my hand.
I had slapped her.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t the one being struck.
It was the other way around.
Apologise
My brain screamed at me.
Say you are sorry.
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