Going.

She stood by the door.  The yelling and the anger tensed the atmosphere.  She felt afraid.  More afraid than she was alone.  Her hand touched the doorknob and she looked outside.

Then there was silence.  Cold, hard silence.  She shudder.  They’d stopped for now.  She pulled her hand away and said, “Next time I’ll go.”

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