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Chapter 20: The Hunt
Author: Adewale
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Claire stormed out of her mother's house and slammed the front door behind her.

Her heels clicked hard against the pavement as she marched to her car. The image of her mother's smashed phone burned in her mind. The dents on the car door. The tears. The shaking.

He threw rocks at her. He threatened to kill us.

She yanked open her car door. Got in. Didn't start the engine yet. Just sat there, breathing hard, hands gripping the wheel.

Then she grabbed her phone.

She called him.

It rang. And rang.
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