Change was not easy for Claire. She said she would handle it differently if had the chance and now she did. How was it possible that when she woke this morning that it was two years ago?—the day it happened. Her boots splashed in the puddles in the street, reassuring her convictions. Her hand repelled from the coolness of the doorknob. The sounds of deep breathing quickened her pulse. The door silently swung open revealing them. How could he do this to her? They did not notice her entrance. She held the heavy blade tightly in her steady hand.
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