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Thirteen
Ryan: The kitchen was quiet after Dani left, aside from the faint sound of the front door creaking as she stepped outside. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the table but not really seeing it. My fists clenched and unclenched, and the image of her bruised face burned into my mind. Julian broke the silence. “You’re too quiet.” I glanced at him, frowning. “What?” “You’re brooding,” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. “And not just about Dani. Something else is eating at you.” I hesitated, my jaw tightening. Julian had a way of cutting through the layers I tried to keep in place. He didn’t let me dodge the hard conversations . “What was going on with your dad before we left?” he pressed. “You looked like you were ready to throw him through a window.” I let
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