Charity struggled for breath as the man's hands tightened around her throat.She clawed at his wrists, desperate to pry them loose, but her arms had no strength left in them. After days of hunger and thirst, she had dragged herself home on legs that barely obeyed her, clinging to one fragile hope: that Daniel would open the door and pull her inside to safety.Instead, she had been handed over to a stranger.Her eyes rolled toward Daniel. He stood only a few steps away, close enough to see her struggling, close enough to hear the ragged gasps tearing out of her throat. He did nothing. He simply watched, his face empty of anything resembling love or guilt.Beside him, Vanessa watched the scene unfold with open curiosity. Then she laughed.It was a soft, almost bored little laugh, the kind someone might give at a mildly amusing joke, and it cut into Charity more savagely than the fingers crushing her windpipe.All of this, every second of it, had started over a packet of snacks. There
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