Beth’s PovI got home late.The hallway light was off, but I could smell him before I saw him. The sharp, sour mix of cheap liquor and burned chemicals clung to the air, heavy enough to make my head ache. I closed the door quietly behind me, slipping my shoes off the way I always did, hoping for once that silence might save me.“You’re late.” His voice came from the living room, low and rough. I didn’t answer right away. I set my bag down slowly, bracing myself before stepping forward.“Work ran long,” I said evenly. “You know how it is.”He laughed, a short, ugly sound. “Don’t lie to me.”I stepped into the light and saw him slouched on the couch, eyes red, jaw tight. His hands were shaking slightly, and I knew exactly why. The money I’d hidden was gone. I could see it in his face.“Where is it,” he demanded.“Where’s what,” I asked, even though we both knew.“The cash,” he snapped. “Don’t play dumb with me.”My chest tightened. “That money wasn’t yours.”He stood up too fast, swayin
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