I stopped in my tracks and turned around, staring at Sandra as she drove off. Tomorrow? I couldn't believe it. I had thought this nightmare would be over after today. I made my way inside the house and tried to act normal, but my mind was racing. What was I going to do? I couldn't bear the thought of spending any more time with Sandra, let alone tomorrow. I spent the evening trying to come up with excuses to avoid her, but nothing seemed good enough. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew I had to come up with a plan fast.
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