Bianca gently opened the front door and entered the dark house. Flicking the switch on, she tossed her keys to the couch and minced to the kitchen. A huge grin crossed her face as she poured some apple juice into a glass -her sleep deprived eyes were slightly swollen and baggy, her hair was disheveled and she felt sticky and sweaty -yet pure joy and triumph radiated from her. The feeling was still surreal, the details implausible. She couldn't believe that she'd achieved, managed to overcome an adverse fate and had squelched the biggest threat to her and her father's life. She felt as though a cumbersome load had been lifted from her shoulders and she was finally allowed some respite.
She couldn't wait to share the good news with her father and 'celebrate' the victory with him.
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