The door slammed behind me, cutting off the noise of the outside world. I was home. I kicked off my shoes at the door, the click of them landing too loud in the silence. My father’s voice carried from the dining room, warm and inviting, as always.“Ava? Is that you?”I didn’t answer. I straightened my shoulders, took a breath, and walked to the dining room.The table was set, as always. The china gleamed, silverware polished. Everything was perfect. My father, in his crisp white shirt and black trousers, sat at the head, his hands folded in front of him. My mother was already seated, her gaze lifting from her phone as I entered, her smile warm.“Ava, how was your day?” my father asked, his voice as smooth and comforting as ever. The man was a saint in the eyes of the world, a respected figure. He had no idea what had just happened to me. What I'd done. “Fine,” I said, my voice too tight. “Quiet.”“Good,” he replied. “Good. I spoke with Director Johnson earlier. He said you’re doing w
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