Collateral Damage

Polly hid within the false security of utter darkness of her closet, tearfully listening to the escalating screams of her parents spitting unadulterated venom at one another. The fight had been going on for hours, same as every night this week, leaving the 10-year-old to drown in the torrent of racing thoughts and fears that when the fight was finally over she might become an orphan.

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