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I think I broke her nose.

And as I walked away, I could not help but reminisce on the satisfying crunch that had happened beneath my knuckles. It was so satisfying. Ten out of ten, would totally recommend. Punching an attractive, bitchy motherfucker in the face was very much enjoyable. It should be some form of therapy somewhere.

Questionable therapy practices aside, after the intense confrontation with Donna, my heart raced with a mix of anger and concern. My first thought was for Emily's safety. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the ranch where Lin and the kids were.

As I waited anxiously for someone to pick up, my mind replayed the horrifying possibilities of what could have happened. Each passing second felt like an eternity as I yearned for reassurance that my precious daughter was safe and unharmed.

Finally, a voice on the other end answered, breaking the tension that had been building within me.

"Hello? Is Emily okay? I heard there was an accident," I