The morning breeze was crisp, but to my skin, it felt like luxury. I stood on the pavement outside the two-story suburban house, taking deep, greedy breaths of warm, unpoisoned air. In ninety days, this very street would be buried under three feet of razor-sharp black ice. The trees lining the driveway would snap like dead twigs under the sub-zero pressure.My phone vibrated violently in my hand, shattering the quiet.I looked down at the screen. Julian.I let it ring until it cut off, only for a text to immediately pop up: [Julian]: You have one hour to come back, apologize to my mother, and transfer that money. If you don't, I'm changing the locks and putting all your shit on the curb. Don't test me, Clara.A dry, bitter laugh escaped my throat. Changing the locks on a house registered under my name, bought with my dead parents' life insurance policy? He truly believed that three years of psychological conditioning had made me his permanent, spineless pushover.[Clara]: Keep my stuf
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