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By evening, the sky had turned a soft shade of purple as Aria and I drove toward my aunt’s house.

My hands rested on my lap, fingers twisting together. I hadn’t been back here since the last time I heard those moans, Since I had stopped being the girl she could scold and control. My chest felt tight, but I forced myself to breathe.

Aria glanced at me. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

“I am,” I said quietly. “I need answers.”

The house came into view, small and unchanged. Sa
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