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Part 2

Part 2

PART 2 Every morning after that became the same nightmare. At 5:30, Ryan shook me awake. Sneakers. Now.” If I argued, he lectured longer. If I cried, he called me weak. If I slowed...

Part 3

Part 3

PART 3 Friday morning started like all the others. Ryan drove behind me, barking through the window. “Faster. We’re already behind yesterday.” My legs felt heavy. My incision burned. Then I noticed a silver...