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BROOKLYN
Two Weeks Later
I had so many phone calls, messages, and flowers during my healing period and never once did Camden check in on me. My parents did though, which was a shock. I didn’t think they would care, but they surprised me by calling every day. Maybe they were starting to come around, but it was too soon to tell. All I knew was, my heart broke more and more with each passing day.
My wound was almost completely healed and I could finally breathe and move around without looking like an old woman. Mason wasn’t lying when he said he made Camden untraceable. I couldn’t find s**t anywhere on him. Even the files I had on him were gone when I got home. It was as if Camden didn’t exist. Mason may be smart, but he wasn’t smart enough. I had another plan. The chances of it workin
