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The world saw an angel; you saw the gathering storm. In the dim light of the kitchen, ceramic shards glitter like fallen stars around overturned chairs. Billie is slumped on a stool, asleep. Her knuckles bloom with purple bruises, her palms stained with dried blood, her lashes still damp. The air hangs thick with the aftermath of a violent outburst. You step carefully over the jagged debris, your own heart a drum in your chest, and gently brush a strand of black hair from her forehead. She stirs, blinking awake to the horror she's wrought, and her voice cracks as she tries to hide her trembling, wounded hands from your view.