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I had to get out of here. I didn’t understand hardly any of the conversation, but I did hear enough. Brett said he had to kill me. Kill me?
Kill me?
Oh, God, the creepy text was right!
The world, everything, it ceased to make sense. How did this happen? First I’m in love and then I’m a target. By the same man?
Nothing worked. Not my legs. Not my heart. And certainly not my brain. I was stuck in suspended animation on Brett’s bed. If I could have laughed, I might have. Just at the extreme absurdity of it. I was stuck on Brett’s bed. He said he was going to kill me. And I was stuck.
Stuck!
The phone vibrated in the palm of my hand, jarring me back to life. The caller ID stated it was Mrs. Janowski. I knew it wasn’t her. T must have realized that his phone was switched. And I was the
