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My husband slammed my hand onto the burning stove because the steak was “overcooked.” As I collapsed in agony, my mother-in-law stepped over me, laughing, “She needs to learn her place.” My father-in-law just turned up the TV. They thought I was reaching for a bandage. I smiled through the tears and whispered, “enjoy your last few minutes of peace.” then, the siren lights flashed outside…

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wanted me to be.

Perfect.

I walked back into the dining room. Julian had already taken his seat at the head of the long, mahogany table. Beatrice sat to his right, delicately cutting into her steak. Arthur was finally off the sofa, taking his place with a heavy grunt.

Julian gestured grandly to the empty chair across from him. “Take a seat, Clara. And continue reading …

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