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

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shards across the ceramic tile floor.

Leo froze instantly. The joy vanished from his eyes, replaced by a haunting, familiar terror. He dropped heavily to his knees right in the absolute center of the dangerous mess. His flour-covered hands flew up, aggressively locking behind the back of his neck as he braced his small body, waiting in agonizing silence continue reading …

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