My thighs burned as I trudged up the porch steps and twisted the knob before darting through the front door without warning. “Scarlett!” I bellowed, ignoring Abel, who was lounging on the couch with a remote in hand. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” “It’s not just your house anymore, dude. Pretty sure her name is on the deed, isn’t it?” “Touché.” He nodded in acceptance, drawing his attention back to the television screen. See? What’d I tell you about that fundamental disconnect? “Scarlett!” I called out again, darting my eyes around the disarranged kitchen which was sprawled with
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