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CHAPTER 17 - KIMBERLY WHAT DO YOU know? Georgette was right. Confiding in someone did make me feel better, even if I wasn’t a hundred percent convinced that Reed wouldn’t drop me off at the nearest police precinct or “treatment centre” the next time I fell asleep. It was his turn behind the wheel, and taking off for an impromptu weekend away felt oddly liberating, even if the circumstances were somewhat unusual. Normally, I only travelled for work, and my last vacation had been a two-week break in Aruba with Alan. I’d spent the previous month dreading it, the flight drunk, the day after we arrived hung-over, and the rest of the trip freaking out about the return journey. This was much better. Reed had even bought me a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups when we stopped for gas. While