At 2:03 a.m., someone began hammering on my front door so violently I thought the frame might crack. I was already half awake from the rain rattling against my bedroom window, and for a brief, disoriented second I wondered if a branch had broken loose in the storm. Then I heard my name.
“Emily! Emily, please!”
It was my sister.
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