Flashback Seven years AgoThe glow of our first night together hadn't even faded before the shadows of my father’s life came crawling back.I was walking home from the diner, the smell of grease and cheap dish soap clinging to my skin, when I saw the black sedan parked outside our rusted-out trailer. It didn't belong in this neighborhood. It was too clean, too expensive, and it looked like a hearse waiting for a body.I found my father, Victor, slumped at the kitchen table. His face was a map of terror, his hands shaking so hard he couldn't hold his cigarette. Standing over him was a man in a sharp, cheap suit—the kind of man who didn't use his own hands to hurt people."Aria," my father gasped, his eyes darting to me. "Aria, thank God you’re home.""What is this, Dad?" I asked, my heart dropping into my stomach.The man in the suit turned to me. He had eyes like a shark—flat, black, and devoid of anything resembling a soul. "Your father has been very irresponsible, Ms. Monroe. He’s s
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