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My mind reeled. He was threatening my mother. He would use

throat. Tears streamed down m

arrangements. My mother' s treatment, every sin

him. My vo

ld to tie down a man who doesn' t love me. I have more se

nger. He stepped clos

ill fighting. You think y

sne

nothing. You think you' ve changed? You' re still the s

nd on his arm. He

rasping at straws. We should just let her

me. His eyes wer

assionate. You are a vile, manipulative woma

dripped

able. Aida. Utte

r judgment was a heavy w

ss gold-

e pregnant? How

ld, what he has

My heart screamed. My lungs ached. I could not breat

od turning to ice. One call to the doct