Chapter Seventeen
She would have called Chris, but she didn’t have his number.
The apartment had gone silent, and she wasn’t in the mood to sit around studying. It’s not like she could concentrate, anyway.
Eric.
She kept thinking about Eric getting high. It seemed so unlikely. Maybe that’s what had drawn Savannah to him in the first place: he’d seemed above reproach. Sure, he drank a lot those first few nights, but the binging seemed forgivable. Hell, he’d just been cheated on by his wife! He deserved to blow off some steam.
With an aching sigh, Savannah reached down to open the front pouch of her backpack. Strange—it was already unzipped. She must have been in such a rush to get out of the library with Chris that she’d neglected that one. Whatever. Nothing was missing.
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