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Abigail waited outside Paul’s house. She was glad that she’d never settled in. One night with Mateo made her feel more at home than three years with her fiancé. Tiny beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and her fingers trembled.
She felt uneasy walking in there alone. Behind closed doors, Paul let his monster out to play and she didn’t want to be a chew toy after this revelation. If she could break up with him in public, things would go much better.
All she had to do was get him to leave thinking it was his idea. Easy enough. Abigail had been playing this game for so long she could do it in her sleep.
With renewed purpose, she inserted her key into the door and turned the lock. The place was trashed. Abigail winced to see fragments of glass on the floor and furniture turned on it
