PROLOGUE

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"Harry, please..." Choking out my words, my legs subconsciously follow Harry's footsteps as he scurries to the front hall. "Don't leave."

Waving a dismissive hand in the air, he grabs his keys off the table, forcefully shoving them into the pocket of his sweatshirt before reaching for the door handle.

Speak now or forever hold your peace, Ev.

"I was raped, okay!" Chilling silence rings throughout the room. It is almost as if my words put Harry under Medusa's spell, turning him to stone as he freezes. The quick squeak of the doorknob is the only sound heard around us. Inhaling slowly, my hardened lungs struggle to receive oxygen. The only movement from my body is the rampant shaking of my hands as my feet are nailed to the floor and I am paralyzed.

Here goes nothing...

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