Her husband was back. It was the middle of the night, and Sara felt her heart begin pounding with anxiety. As he tore her out of bed, she thought about the blanket she hid outside. No phone, no one else awake, just darkness. Once he locked that door, there was nothing she could do.

Nights outside were not uncommon for Sara (whose name was changed to protect client confidentiality), but it wasn’t always like this. At first, he didn’t abuse her. It started slowly, and somehow, it became ... normal.

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