September 4, 2026

I barely stepped through the door when my husband slapped me hard enough to make my ears ring.

The red and blue lights began to strobe through the kitchen window, washing Evelyn’s face in alternating colors—each flash making her look smaller, less certain.

A heavy knock hit the front door—three strikes that sounded final.

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