Tag: Domestic Abuse
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A Place that was Ours. Chapter Eleven – A New Page
It was a reflex action. The naked man standing opposite me in the corridor of my home was Mackenzie Crabtree – no stranger to me – a man I had every reason to hate. My fury took over. I half-pushed, half shoulder-charged him, thrusting my full weight against his chest and sending him staggering backwards,…
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