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Zoe stood in Christian’s garage and tried not to keep checking every dark corner. Her nerves were only slightly mollified when Christian rolled up the big outside door to let in the morning sun. There were still too many dark corners. Too many places where she could be dragged out of sight and—
Gathering every fiber of strength she possessed barely overpowered that horror of memories. She had made a whole woman out of that broken girl. It was so unfair that she wouldn’t stay lost in the past where she belonged. Everything about this mission was unearthing that young, naive, trusting version of herself from her restless grave and Zoe hated it. No shower, no amount of scrubbing, no amount of wishing to make that girl go away had sufficed.
Garage! She shouted it to herself in panic the m
