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The afternoon sunlight slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that dance in the warm air. The counter is still warm from where we were pressed against it moments ago, the scent of her perfume mingling with the faint smell of coffee and the lemon cleaner I used this morning. The house is quiet, just the hum of the fridge and the distant sound of a car passing. Then Johnny's voice cuts through like a blade. 'Oh fucking god!' I wheel around, still half-undressed, and see him standing in the doorway, Shannon behind him, her eyes wide. His face is a thundercloud. 'Ma! What are you letting him do to you? I’m gonna be sick.' I can't help the chuckle that escapes, even as I reach for my trousers. 'Sorry, Shannon,' I mutter. Johnny's ranting about the counter, about moving out, a…