BLAKEMy back was still pressed against the door, my chest heaving, waiting for whatever came next. But nothing did. My mother simply turned away from me, walking back toward the counter like the last few minutes hadn't happened at all, like she hadn't just told me I was never meant to be happy.She picked up the dish towel again, wiping down the counter in slow, methodical strokes, humming faintly under her breath. The sound of it, so painfully familiar, so achingly ordinary, made my skin crawl worse than her anger had.I stayed frozen by the door, too afraid to move, too afraid that any sudden motion might pull her attention back to me. My heart hammered so hard it hurt, my eyes darting around the kitchen for anything, any way out that I hadn't tried yet.That's when I heard it. A faint knock, and then the door at my back rattled, like someone was pushing against it from the other side."Blake?" Pete's voice, muffled but unmistakable, sent a wave of relief crashing through me so fas
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