This wasn\u2019t just exhaustion and it was collapse.<\/p>\n
That was when the back door opened.<\/strong><\/h2>\n
Sandra \u2014 Lily\u2019s stepmother \u2014 stepped outside holding a bucket. No panic. No shame. No concern.<\/p>\n
Just irritation.<\/p>\n
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\u201cShe didn\u2019t finish her chores,\u201d she snapped. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t get meals until the work is done.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s vision went red.<\/p>\n
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He had gone to w:ar to protect strangers \u2014 yet the person who hurt his child was the woman sharing his home. As Lily went limp in his arms, something inside him broke open \u2013 a father\u2019s wrath he didn\u2019t know he was capable of.<\/p>\n
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