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TRENT
Since the day Finley left my hotel, I was waiting until I could see her again. We talked and texted occasionally, but it wasn’t the same as being together. X told me I was losing it, but she was the only thing keeping me sane. Between X and J fighting more and more and things with my father continuing to go downhill, I had one and only one solace in my life.
Finley.
I decided hiding wasn’t necessary for this trip and packed up my Range Rover with Kenny and everything the two of us would need for a few days at the estate and headed out.
I didn’t tell Finley exactly when I was coming to town. We made tentative plans, but she was noncommittal and it worried me. We still had a lot to figure out. In my head, it was all decided, though. I’d called off Mr. Whiteside and told him not
