29. Kate
29 KATE Ring … ring … ring. Groaning, I turned over in bed and looked at my alarm clock. Surely it wasn’t time to get up, was it? 2:23 a.m. Nope, it definitely wasn’t. Who the hell would be calling at two in the morning? Reaching for my phone, I had to blink a few times to get the blurriness away before I could read the screen … it was Lara. “Lara,” I answered curiously, “what are you doing calling me at this time? You know I don’t stay up late like you do.” “Yes, I know, and for the first time in forever I actually went to bed as soon as I got home from the restaurant. Hey, listen, someone’s prowling around your house. I came down to the kitchen to get some water and I noticed someone snooping around your front door. Do you want me to call the police?” Shooting up out of bed, I gr
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