Sabrina’s POV By the time I got home, my whole body felt like I had been run over by a truck. Every step up the cracked concrete stairs sent a sharp ache through my legs. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the day, my head throbbing, my hands burning beneath the bandages like they were on fire. I smelled like sweat, cheap disinfectant, and fear. Not the kind you shake off easily. The street was quiet in that unsettling way that never felt safe. One flickering streetlight buzzed above me, casting long, warped shadows against the walls. Somewhere down the block, a dog barked, then went silent. I dug my keys out of my bag with clumsy fingers and unlocked my door, slipping inside as fast as I could. I locked it behind me. Twice. Only then did I let out the breath I’d been holding. My cheek throbbed. It burned, hot and sensitive, like someone had pressed a brand against my skin. I raised my hand slowly and touched it, wincing. The slap replayed in my mind—sudden, sharp, humiliat
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