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“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

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soaring hope curdled instantly into thick, icy terror.

My front windshield had been completely, violently shattered, spiderwebs of safety glass sparkling under the single flickering streetlamp. And resting deliberately in the exact center of the driver’s seat, carefully surrounded by the glittering shards of broken glass, was a single, heavily blood-stained continue reading …

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