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Sage
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I WAS SO anxious by the time I got home I couldn’t stop pacing. I had no idea of what was happening, or if Caden was going to show up at my doorstep ready to throttle me. Although I knew that the authorities would keep my name out of it, he’d probably figure out immediately that I’d been the person who’d called.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my front door. It was too early to be Caden. Frowning, I peeked outside and saw a woman with platinum blonde hair and heavy makeup. She wore a short, black faux fur jacket and white jeans with tall black boots. Curious as to who she was, I opened the door. “Hello?”
“Hi. Sorry, you don’t know me,” she replied with a wide smile. “My name is Trina Robertson.”
“Hi. I’m Sage,’ I replied, wondering if she was trying to sell something
