“Your father won’t stop.” His hand lifted slightly, hovering in the space between us, as if he meant to touch my face. I recoiled before I could stop myself, a sharp, instinctual reaction, and Micah froze. For the briefest moment, pain flashed across his face, then, just as quickly, it was gone. “He’s not going to stop, and if you keep defying him, you’re only going to make things worse for yourself—and for them.” The mention of them sent a chill up my spine, and I shook my head. “What will it take for you to listen to me?” I said nothing, and Micah’s hands curled into tight fists at his
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