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.

personally checked and locked three separate times before leaving for school this morning, was completely shattered, the splintered wood of the doorframe hanging loosely in the quiet air. The front door was sitting slightly ajar, a dark, narrow gap of shadow revealing the absolute silence that was waiting for us inside our home.

— CHAPTER 4 —

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