Madison A sting shoots across my knuckles as I pound on the door. The sound comes off too loud and urgent. I cringe, swallowing hard and squeezing my eyes shut like that’s going to reverse the decision I’ve already committed to.My chest is tight, my jaw locked, my fingers curling into my palm as I knock again, harder this time, because if he thinks I’m just going to walk away… if he thinks I’m going to pretend&nb
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