We spent the next two days at Cassie's place, contacting everyone we knew and some we didn't. We dropped leaflets in letterboxes all over Serendipity Bend and rallied the neighbors. Ash joined us on Sunday afternoon to run through the plan for the following morning.
"No media," he said as we sat in Cassie's living room, cups of coffee in hand.
"Agreed," I said. "It'll freak him out and make him do the opposite of what we want."
Ash arched his brows at me. "You've gotten to know him pretty well."
I nodded, keenly aware that Cassie still hated Reece and might not be prepared to hear any good things about him. It was she who wanted the media present. "He hasn't been home in years, has he?"
Ash shook his head. "Ten or more."
Cassie's breath hitched. "Why not? Did your Mom banish him?"
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