Don't Come Home
Through the blood, I saw Aiden rushing toward me, his face etched with panic.
But I didn't care. I lost it.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I saw it! I saw everything in that damn folder! You two are disgusting! It's absolutely revolting!"
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For the past three months, every time I thought about what happened next, it always felt like a dream.
It was a nightmare—a horrific, twisted nightmare.
The shock, the head injury, the screaming—I must have worked myself up too much because I blacked out.