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Chapter 80

Alison pov

I stood on our front porch, watching my folks through the glass. They paced like caged beasts. Their faces were distorted expressions of outrage and disbelief. I couldn't bring myself to go in. Not yet. The words were still echoing in my head. Head of the cleaners. Kitchen maid. The titles rang like dissonant bells. Wrong. It's all wrong. I closed my eyes and remembered. The crowd had been extremely quiet at initially. Then the shouting began. It swelled like a wave, threatening to drown everyone. Throughout it all, Chad stood there. Unmoved. Unshakeable. I opened my eyes. The neighborhood was quieter now. Too quiet. I could sense eyes on me. Curtains twitch. Blinds are moving. They were all watching. Waiting to see what we would do next.

A automobile slowed as it passed our house. The driver craned his neck, hoping to get a closer glimpse. I recognize him. Mr. Johnson lives three doors down. He used to bring us cookies at Christmas. Now he looked at our house as if it we
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