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“We are only having your sister’s family this year!” Mom texted. I typed back: “Have a good time.” When I refused to invite them to a grand Thanksgiving party at my house, my father broke my window and grabbed me by the throat, saying, “You think you’re better than us?” My sister had kicked me in the ribs, adding, “Some people just need to remember their place.” But…

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was perfect.

Then the security system chimed.

My stomach dropped as I pulled up the camera feed. My father’s car sat at the front gate. My mother beside him. Madison in the back seat. Tyler behind them in his own vehicle. Somehow, they had found me.

They didn’t leave.

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