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“She what?” Connor demanded.
“She left in the middle of the night,” Jake said, feeling a low-level headache continue to throb somewhere behind his temples, despite the two cups of coffee he’d drunk and the bagel he’d forced down, more because he knew he needed to eat something than because he had any actual desire to consume the damn thing. “I was asleep, so I don’t know what time exactly.”
“s**t. Did she leave a note?”
“No.”
In a way, that was the worst part about all this. Addie’s leaving truly sucked, was something he still didn’t quite want to acknowledge had actually happened, but if she’d at least left him a letter telling him why she’d fled, then maybe he wouldn’t be feeling quite so abandoned. And yes, he’d already guessed that her departure had been motivated by a worry tha
