For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

her down onto the iron floorboards, wrapping my arms around her head as the massive silhouette of the overpass loomed over us like the shadow of death itself. There was nowhere left to run, no blind spots to exploit, and no time left to calculate the variables as the train hurtled toward the final trap.

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