Chapter OneEmilyMy name was Emily Harper, and I was eighteen years old.I had spent my entire life in that quiet suburban house, alone with my dad ever since Mom had left when I was little.Dad—everyone called him Jake, but to me he was always just Dad—worked long hours as a mechanic, so the house was usually empty in the evenings until he got home around seven.That gave me a lot of time alone in my room, time I had been using more and more lately to explore things I probably shouldn’t have.That evening was one of those nights.I had finished my homework early, showered, and slipped into my favorite oversized T-shirt and cotton panties.The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.I locked my door out of habit even though Dad wasn’t home yet, and crawled onto my bed with my phone in my hand.I scrolled through the private browser tabs I kept hidden, videos and stories that made my skin flush the moment I started reading or watching.I wasn’t proud of it, but
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