CHAPTER TWELVE
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“Is that why you came here? Were you running away?”
I snorted. “No, Bryce. Yes. I don't know. Someone's stalking me, what a surprise, and I wanted to stalk someone else. I wanted to be in control. Look at that, my therapist would be so proud!”
“You don't have to be flippant.”
“Flippant? Is that your new word?” I guzzled some more. I loved being drunk; it made the rest of the world disappear.
“Sheldon. We have serious problems—”
“You're telling me?!” I laughed, outraged. “Someone trashed my place, Bryce. Officer Sheila showed up at the hospital and told me about it. I'm thinking it's someone who's obsessed with you because this all started after you got to town. We know you've got the crazy fans, not me. No one knows who I am anymore except through you or Corr
