Twisted
And then a frightening thought occurred to her: What if Brendan wasn‟t even home? What if he only lived in this apartment some of the time, and somewhere else the rest of the time? She shook the thought out of her mind. She was thinking worst-case scenario. And even if that were the case, would that really be so awful? Some day, some time, she would see him again. Of that, there was no doubt in her mind. Cool wind whipped her black hair upwards. Her heart pounded like thunder as she made swift strides in steady determination. She stopped herself. The apartment building was two blocks away. Brendan‟s was the penthouse. How was she going to get inside? Her odds of spotting him without going inside were minimal, she knew. And besides, she wanted to wait until the darkness hid her. Th
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