Clara’s POV My mother had gone out to run errands, the house was entirely quiet, and I was supposedly safe behind the locked door of my room, nursing the heavy, complicated guilt of the lie I had told just earlier.Instead, my skin felt hot, and a persistent, nervous hum vibrated just beneath my ribs.I was sitting at my desk, staring blankly at an open civil procedure textbook, trying and failing to absorb a single word. My phone lay face-up right beside the laptop, silent, dark, and utterly ominous.When the sharp, sudden chime of a text message broke the silence, I jumped nearly an inch out of my chair.My hand moved mechanically, snatching up the device. The screen lit up with an incoming call from an unknown, unlisted number. My heart skipped a beat. A cold, heavy stone settled squarely in the pit of my stomach. I didn't need caller ID to know who it was. Or at least, I knew the kind of person on the other end.With trembling fingers, I slid my thumb across the screen and brough
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