PART 2-My Brother Beat Me Bloody For Our Father’s House—Then The Front Door Exploded Open Before He Could Finish Me
Lemon oil. Coffee. Dust. My fingers closed around nothing. For one ugly heartbeat, training moved through me like a second bloodstream. I knew how to break his grip. I knew …
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