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start to scream, but no words leave my

lips. Angry eyes meet my gaze.

My eyes fly open at the sound of a

crash. I’m in my living room. I must

have dozed off. Another crash has me

bolting up from the couch. I feel woozy.

I shouldn’t have had more whiskey when

I got back home from the salon. I’m not

used to the poison. I wobble out of the

room and down the passage. “Who is it?”

I slur. There is no answer. I use the