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Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9 Waylon. Waylon is here glowering down at me instead of nice Meemaw, who must have betrayed me and told him I was trying to leave. My heart is a frantic beat inside my chest. I thought I was so close to getting out of here. But now, all that hope is dying like the light in Stephanie’s eyes. Still, I dare to answer his question, “You really thought I wasn’t going to try to leave? I have a life in Delaware. A job I need to try to get back. You can’t keep me here!” He looks at me for a hot, angry beat—then surges forward. This time I’m not as brave as when I returned to the apartment and found him out of his handcuffs. He was angry then, but he’s a different kind of furious now. I cringe and brace when he comes right at me. But he doesn’t grab me. He grabs the suitcase I just
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