In the sterile, unforgiving light of the foyer, the sound of the impact was nothing like the cinematic thuds heard in movies. It was a sharp, dry crack—the sound of seasoned wood snapping under a heavy boot or a sudden fracture in a porcelain doll. It was the sound of a woman’s dignity being shattered in her own home.
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