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Chapter One
It was a dream, a nightmare, that she*d relived too many times. That voice, that awful, slurred voice, yelling at her, screaming at her, tormenting her, before the heavy fists fi)llowed, crashing down on her, as she helplessly tried to flinch out of his reach. But she had never been fast enough, even though he was always slowed by liquor when the rages came upon him. He'd catch her as she scrambled for the door, and her cries would go unheeded as he'd hit her, again and again and again.
*'Are you all right?"
Cathy Whiteheart turned her attention from the crowded highway to her sister's concerned gaze, and managed to summon up the vestiges of a smile. "Of course," she said, her voice slightly rusty. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just groaned," Meg said sharply. "And you're white as a sheet."