Her Unforgivable Sin
old her I'd do anything
on flowing easily over the sound of my fists hitting the cellar door. Th
t dismissively after an hour. "A l
bar. I was trying to pry the thick door open when my ph
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ocked in a dark basement
ar and attacked the door frame, splintering the wood, not caring
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called out, my
the light. An
f the many Chloe' s family sent that she never touched. A fancy trail mix,
en, their lips blue. T
ergy. It was severe. We had EpiPens everywhere-in the kitche
aw, animal soun
my arms, and ran. I ran past Chloe and Leo, who w
ur problem, Ethan?"
e door, to the car, fumbling with the keys, my world c
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