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I gasped awake, my throat burning.
Downstairs, Mom shrieked at Dad about 'Emily' again, their usual symphony of bitterness.
I was used to it, used to being Mom' s property, something she controlled, ever since she trapped Dad with a fake pregnancy years ago.
She never forgave him Emily, and she never forgave me for being his daughter.
But this morning, a chilling memory, vivid as real life, clung to me: peanuts, my throat closing, Mom just watching.
A taste of death.
It wasn't a dream.
It was a premonition, my own death at her hands, if I didn't act.
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