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The sound of a car speeding up the gravel driveway interrupted the confrontation as Wesley’s black sedan screeched to a halt behind the police cruisers. He climbed out of the car with his tie loosened and his expression frantic, looking like a man who had tried to outrun a storm that had already arrived.
“Serena, please, can we just go inside and talk about this like adults?” Wesley pleaded as he rushed toward the porch steps. He looked at the bandage on her shoulder for half a second before shifting his gaze to the officers, clearly trying to find a way to minimize the damage.
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