I went back to Natalie’s shop after bolting when she called my name. Maybe it was stupid, but something in me needed to see her again. To explain everything. To lie, if I had to. I could tell her I’d lost my memory, or maybe that I wasn’t Avril. Kane and I had prepared for a scenario like this, if anyone ever recognized me, I was supposed to act confused, disoriented. Pretend to be someone else entirely.
But by the time I pulled up to her shop, it was already closed. The lights were out. I sat there for a moment, the engine on, heart racing, wondering if coming here was even the smartest ideam.
I drove back home, but sleep never came. My mind kept spinning through possibilities. What if she told someone? What if Kane found out before I could control the story?
By morning, I’d made up my
