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MEGAN
FOR THE REST of the week, Kyle rode with me to work, constantly staying on alert. We were both on edge, studying people as they came in and out of the gym. I don’t think I’d seen him smile since the incident. He was on a mission and it was controlling his every move. The police couldn’t find the vehicle, and to be honest, I didn’t think they cared. When Kyle had walked into the station, there were people in there who knew him and clearly loathed him from the glowers they threw in our direction.
“Thank goodness we leave tomorrow,” I said cheerfully, hoping to get a reaction.
He scoffed and lifted a pair of weights making the vein in his forehead bulge. “Yep, to a place where even more people hate me.”
I stood in front of him, but he wouldn’t look at me. “Kyle, don’t be like th
