The ominous silence behind me spoke volumes. Then my father's voice again, sharper now. ‘Em?’ I got to my feet and walked. ‘Emelin!’ That was real, gut-tearing fear in his voice, a rare crack of the polish. ‘Emelin, where are you going? Don't you dare—’ I started running. Uneven earth below my boots, ankles twisting painfully with every step, and I barely felt it – couldn't care about something as trivial as pain as my world rapidly folded in, mind somehow empty despite the avalanche of thoughts barrelling in. Away – that was where I was going. Out of here – the only destination I could wrap
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