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COOPER
After my layover in Dallas, Texas, I had arrived in California around nine o’clock in the morning with no sleep and the worst headache imaginable. The first thing that came to mind was taking a pain pill, but I didn’t have any … I didn’t want them. I was ready to get this s**t over and get back home to Kate, where I belonged.
No one knew I was going to California and I planned it that way. Once I retrieved my bag—even though I knew I wasn’t going to need any clothes in the first place—I went outside and procured one of the cabs that waited along the sidewalk.
“Where to?” the driver asked.
I gave him the address and we were off. My heart pounded and my adrenaline was through the roof the entire car ride to my destination. I only prayed that she was at her house so I could get
