I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.


11. Adam

Devon suspects something. I knew that. I was hoping I wore her down. But even drunk, she's smart. Part of me wanted to maker sure she never said anything to the wrong person, but I knew if I hurt her, that Avery would connect the dots. And I couldn't have that.

I couldn't lose her.

Still sitting on the bench, now alone in the empty park, I shut my eyes. Then I hear the voice again.

You have to get rid of her, she knows too much.


You've done it before.

"I didn't mean to," I whispered. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I just want Avery, that's all. Please don't make me hurt anyone else."

I feel like this voice has formed a body, that he's standing next to me.

It's one more person. One more obstacle. Then you can be together. It's what you want, Adam. It's mean to be. You're meant to be.

Yes, we were.

I tapped my phone, dialing the number I'd programmed into it. They answered on the second ring.

"It's me," I said softly. "I'm sorry to call so late, but I need your help."

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