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My stepfather beat my twin sister and me every day because he took pleasure in seeing us live in fear. One night, after beating us unconscious, he dragged us to the emergency room while my mother kept whispering, “They fell down the stairs.” But the doctor saw identical bruises on us, locked the clinic door, and ordered the security guard, “Call 911. Immediately.”

The last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me was my twin sister, Lily, whispering my name through broken teeth.

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