“Your name isn’t Nicole.” He says it like it’s a depressing realization. I wince. He’s put it all together. Now he looks like he wants to rip it all apart. He points at his house. “Go.” The word is sharp and demanding. I take a step into the street, away from him. I feel myself begin to tremble, just as he steps into the street and closes the gap between us. His eyes are on the house across the street again as he reaches his arm around me, pressing a firm hand into my lower back. He begins pushing me along with him as he points toward the house opposite where my daughter lives. “Get inside
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