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Sadie was jolted awake by the sound of something shattering. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to make sense of the noise. The room was dim, the early morning light just beginning to filter through the curtains. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. She heard the sound of a voice—low, angry, and coming from the living room. Her instincts flared with unease. Something was wrong. Throwing the blanket aside, she slipped out of bed and hurried down the hall, her feet cold against the floor. As she neared the living room, she saw a flickering glow of the television, and her stomach twisted into a knot. Jake’s voice, full of rage, filtered through the doorway. When she entered the room, she froze. On the screen was Kenneth, his face swollen and bruised, sit