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Chapter 1 – Seventy-Two Hours

Chapter 1 – Seventy-Two Hours

The drive home was silent.

Hannah sat curled against the passenger door, staring out the window as rain streaked across the glass.

Halfway back to Chicago, Evelyn finally spoke.

"When was the first time he hit you?"

Hannah closed her eyes.

"Six months after the wedding."

"And Margaret?"

"Almost from the beginning."

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Evelyn tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

"They told me no one would believe me."

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