Against Better Judgment The doorbell chimed again, sharp and impatient. Sarah barely had time to tuck the faded class photo into the drawer before Diana’s voice cut through the door. “Sarah Victoria Carter, if you don’t open this door in the next five seconds, I’m letting myself in with the spare key your mum still...
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