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I was right back where I'd been two years ago. Yesterday I'd had a boyfriend who wanted to marry me, and now he was dead, and Jack was once again turning my life into the nightmare I thought I'd escaped. It just goes to show, you can never escape your demons. No matter how far you think you've gone, they always seem to come back and bite you in the arse when you least expect it. Especially when that demon is Jack.
But this time around, it wasn't just my life and sanity hanging in the balance. This time around, on the merry-go-round, I had Michael to worry about as well. And then there was Carol. Having survived two years with Jack – how much more could she possibly take? Could I help her? Did I even want to help her? Another question that nagged at my brainstem and made me feel like a
