29. Fallon

29

Fallon

A nd now people are shouting. There’s so much shouting that I flinch, my whine rippling through the room as the anger threatens to weigh me down.

A door slams, cutting off the sensation.

And in the background, I hear a roar. A roar that sounds like fury and pain, and a crash.

Look what you’ve done to them.

Ellis… Ellis was right.

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