The knock felt like a skull-splitting explosion.

Irritated, I flung the door open. "Leave the food!"

Before I could see the face, a slap landed on my cheek. "Grace, what's wrong? Bullying Sabrina again?"

Antonio stood there, Sabrina behind him.

My eyes were red and swollen. Clutching the takeout, I hung mu head, too exhausted to speak.

"We searched for hours! Why didn't you say you were home? Trying to mess with us?" Antonio demanded, grabbing my neck.

I gasped for air, my vision blurring as his anger poured forth.

"Sabrina got soaked. If she gets sick, are you responsible?"

He threw me to the ground.

Sabrina, in her special yellow bunny-

eared slippers entered.

-

slippers I'd been scolded for wearing, only for him to buy an identical pair-

she said, snatching

"That's mine," I protested.

"Sabrina got soaked because of

a smug smile playing on her

an apple pie." he

pie, declaring it too sweet,

her own.

— that I couldn't

was the final straw.

My head throbbed.

takeout over Sabrina's

shoved me aside;

got my towel and pajamas, handing them to Sabrina. "Are

asked before closing the

he pinned

from the bathroom, wearing

won't bother Antonio anymore.

said, repeating

Pse she'd made countlesse

times.

slightly uneasy smile offered a

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