CHAPTER THIRTY
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I didn't think. I grabbed my purse and headed out.
“Where are you going?”
“I can't be here.”
“You wanted the truth, Sheldon,” Bryce called after me. “You can't leave like this. You're supposed to go with someone. It's not safe.”
“I don't care.” As I got outside, I stopped. My car was trashed—Corrigan. I had no idea where his car was. Bryce's car was there, but I didn't want to leave him stranded. Then I took a deep breath and looked at my garage. My father's car was still parked inside. He'd never come for it. I never wanted to use it, but I couldn't stay there and I needed to get away from Bryce. He was too much for me right now. I needed to breathe. So I went inside the garage and got inside the black sports car. When the engine purred to life, I knew why my
