Chapter Thirty One Sunday Morning
Sydney We didn’t sleep. Not really. There’s a target on our backs. In this house. I grab my stuff and shove it into the bag as well as Graces. I just want to put as much distance between us and this house as humanly possible. I double check and make sure I have everything before I feel a hand on my back. I try not to jump but it’s kind of inevitable at this point. “Hey.” Grace. I turn and look at her. “We’re going home. It’ll be okay now.” Tears sting the back of my eyes so I take a breath and nod. It will never be okay again. We all know that. But denial is best I guess. How long will we lie to ourselves? I guess the answer is for as long as this can go on. The guys went downstairs already. Seems they’re pretty freaked out too. Not surprising after what they did so that we wouldn’t h
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