raised voices
As I approached Jess’s door, the unmistakable sound of shouting hit my ears. My dad’s deep, booming voice cut through the thick barrier. “You don’t get to treat my son like this!” he shouted, his anger unmistakable. Jess’s shrill voice fired back, “You have no right to be here!” The confrontation was heated, each word laced with tension. A wave of panic surged through me as I stood frozen, caught in the storm unraveling on the other side.
Raised Voices
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