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My legs pounded down the steps, moving as quickly as they could for still feeling like I’d borrowed them from someone else. I had to pause twice crossing the parking lot so Addy could catch up. Occasionally she stumbled, watching all corners and every parked car rather than where she was placing her feet.
“It’s all right,” I said. “Troy’s gone.”
Instead of moving more quickly, she stopped in her tracks. “Is he okay?”
“Does it matter?” I asked, before encouraging her, “Come on.”
My body temperature was still running hot, so I held off on the heater when we were seated in the car. Addy shivered next to me, pulling up her hood as she finally answered, “I guess it does matter. A little. Troy could be an asshole, but he never hurt me.”
“Really?” I asked, putting the car in gear.
She l
