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... ouldn’t afford.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. My father’s hulking figure stumbling through the doorway, reeking of whiskey and rage. His fists finding me in the dark. The sound of Sophie’s muffled crying from the corner where she’d learned to hide.
This city had taken everything from me once. Now it wanted more.
The alarm shattered what little rest I’d managed. I stared at the ceiling, my body heavy as lead, before finally dragging myself upright. Each step towa ...
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