After listening to the man, Ethan, drunk and unsteady, lurched to his feet.“I’m the man of the house. I’m going to do what you said—I’ll take a girl home,” he declared.The man gave him a thumbs-up. “That’s the spirit.”Ethan turned and staggered out of the bar.Left alone, the man leaned back in his chair, tapping his thumb against the table for a few seconds. Then he stood, walked into the bathroom, pulled out his phone, and made a call.“It’s done,” he said into the receiver, and hung up.He left the bathroom, satisfied. The plan he’d set in motion played out the next morning.Emily crawled out of bed, sour and sleep-deprived. Voices—loud, exaggerated—had leaked through the wall from Ethan’s room all night and kept her awake. Irritated, she marched down the hall and rattled his doorknob. Locked.She pounded the door with her fist. “Open this door, Ethan! Open the damn door!”No answer. The noises continued. Furious, she smacked the door again, then gave up and stormed back to her
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