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Chapter 32

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last update Last Updated: 2025-07-18 23:38:18

Elle’s POV

The tiles were cold—hard against my knees as I crawled, fast and quiet, just like the nanny taught me. The cabinet under the sink was open just enough, and I squeezed inside, pulling the doors shut behind me.

It was dark in there. It smelled like soap, dust, and the lemon cleaner the nanny used yesterday.

I pressed my hand to my mouth.

"Don’t make a sound. He was angry again."

Those were the thoughts that ran through my head.

I could hear his boots—stomp, stomp, stomp—pacing across the kitchen floor.

Suddenly, something crashed and I jumped.

It sounded like a chair. Maybe the one I’d been sitting in earlier.

He was yelling again. Louder than last time.

I covered my ears, but it didn’t help. His voice was too big. It filled the house. It filled my head.

I felt like I was shrinking, like the walls were closing in on me.

The cabinet door rattled when something slammed nearby. Maybe the table. Maybe his hand. Or maybe the bottle he always had in his hand.

Another crash was hear
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