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11. Shaun
11 Shaun Rain slashed against the cabin’s bedroom windows as fear gnawed my stomach raw. I hadn’t eaten anything all day—hadn’t owned the balls to go downstairs while Drew had worked in the living room rather than his office upstairs. When Stone had arrived, I’d snuck to the top of the stairs and listened in on their conversation as much as I could make out. He’d told Stone he didn’t want me, and that fuzzy part deep inside wanted to cry. Even telling myself I didn’t want him—lies, all lies—didn’t lessen the hurt his words caused. Add in the fact Dad got caught, and I curled on the couch in a ball, scared shitless, my stomach a mess, my head pounding like hell. Stone at least left me alone after tossing me a bottle of over the counter pain-killers. The clock above the mantle on the
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