Chapter 7
Tatum
I didn’t know what happened.
One minute, I was taking the chicken out of the oven, and the next, my face was slapped so hard I was forcibly thrown into the wall.
Stars had danced in my vision.
Something hard kicked my ribs.
Once... or maybe twice...
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I hadn’t realized I had gone for my phone.
Nor had I realized who my subconscious had called.
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