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By the time I get back home, I’m feeling a bit better. The fresh air seems to have cleared my head somewhat. I feel more defiant. I’m not going to run away. I’m going to stay here and fight. Why shouldn’t I? This is my home, my life. Why should I let some bloke I don’t even know try to ruin it?
I can’t do it alone, though. I text Mandy to confirm she’s still on for tonight. I need to tell her everything, tell her that Gavin Armitage is a police officer. She might always seem like she overreacts, but I know she’s a logical thinker when she wants to be. She’ll be able to help me find a way out of this.
A few seconds after I’ve sent the text, my phone rings. Mandy does this sometimes. She’s never been a fan of texting, and often tends to call in response to a text. As I look at the scre
