“Get back here!” Annie’s shout echoed through the house as she chased after me, determination etched on her face. I raced down the stairs, dodging boxes and unfinished bookshelves that cluttered my path. “We have to leave!” she yelled. “There’s no time for this!” Annie’s voice urged me on as I sprinted toward the kitchen. Shit. Annie had peeled off and gone through the dining room, cutting me off before I could get to the back door. She plastered her back against the door. “Hand it over.” “No!” I shouted as I pivoted and went for the front door. The dump truck was making its rounds and, by my
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