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nothing, but inside me, a war is raging. I
charge at him, my hands wrapping
around his throat. He stumbles back and
onto the couch. Straddling him, I press
against his jugular. He tries to push me
off. He's twice as strong as me, but I am
determined to make him hurt, to make him
pay.
"Sin," my father shouts from behind
me, but rage blinds me, and I want to
take Cohen's life the way he took mine.
