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This time, I’m quicker. This time, I’m sober. I know what he’s about to do. I manage to dodge him and throw him off balance and he crashes into the hall wall, stumbling over his suitcase.
I’ve thought ahead. I’ve planned for every eventuality. I’ve left the door unlocked, and I’ve got my car key in my pocket, just in case I needed to do this. Just in case I needed to run.
‘Get the f**k back here, you f*****g b***h!’ Tom yells at me as I scramble for the door and open it. ‘Don’t you f*****g dare walk out on me!’
I sprint up the front path, every fibre in my body screaming at me as I hear Tom clambering to his feet and running for the door.
‘Grace! Grace!’ he calls, putting on a show for the neighbours. The change in his tone inside just a couple of seconds is frightening. Couldn’t p
