POV ClariceMy face burned like acid searing into my skin the second Ava raised her arm and her hand connected, full force, with my cheek. The crack of it echoed inside the car. Frank made a move to get up, lunging toward the passenger seat to break up some supposed fight that never actually happened.That was already the second slap I’d taken in under twenty-four hours, and I didn’t think I’d deserved either one of them. I looked at Ava, that same hand that had just struck me now covering her own mouth, sobs building, growing louder and louder, until she cried out in pain.The next second, she was pulling me into a hug, apologizing over and over.“I needed to make sure it was real, that you were real.” She said, burying her face into my shoulder, soaking the sleeves of my dress. “I can’t believe you’re alive, Clarice.”She touched every part of me: my back, my arms, my face. She smiled, then cried, then pulled me into another hug so tight I felt like my soul might slip right out of m
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