CHAPTER 43 | Holly
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She’s not going to answer. I know she’s home. Her rolling death trap Bronco is parked out front, but she isn’t answering the door. I take a step back, considering her front door’s sunny yellow color and wonder at what point do I cross from Desperate To Apologize into Stalker territory.
Because this is feeling pretty close.
“Holly?” I call and ring the doorbell again. “I know you’re home!”
There’s a rustle of leaves to my right as one of her neighbors peers over a manicured hedge, eyeing me.
Getting closer to stalker by the minute, I think. This isn’t working. Clearly, I’m going to need to switch tactics. Maybe flowers. No, screw that. Sky-writing? Too dramatic. Plus, I’d have to make sure she was outside and that would probably involve kidnapping and—
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