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The address took them to the apartment section of the city where the towering masses of bricks and steel contained cramped humans. Nena rolled down her window and breathed deeply the familiar scent of trash cans and car exhaust.
She glanced up at the tall buildings and sighed. “My apartment’s near here.”
“No.”
She lifted her eyes and frowned at Jack. He had his head turned so she could see one side of his face. “No what?”
“You can’t go back. That life is over.”
Nena frowned. “I just want to grab a few things.”
“Take a nap there? Maybe call a few friends? Maybe your dad?” he suggested.
Nena narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you know about him?”
A sly smile slipped onto his lips. “Not so much that I deserve that look. Scratch wanted to see who might look for you, so I
