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Her vicious expression didn't falter. She stared at me like I was trash scraped onto the sole of her shoe—an annoying inconvenience she didn't want to deal with.

“How dare you?” she screamed so hard I had to physically step back.

“Firstly, you don't walk into my place of work and start screaming,” I said through gritted teeth, mostly because hitting her face was legally wrong and Aunt Lily wouldn't approve of it.

“Secondly, I don't know what the hell you're talking about.”

“Daniel is in the hospital!”

“And I am not a doctor, so how is that information useful to me?”

“You caused it.”

I folded my arms...