The strangest urge to defend myself bubbles over me. I respect the hell out of this man. Always have. I don’t want him to look at me the way everyone else does. “I’m trying to find her. Same as you. Mr. Scott, I’ve eaten a million meals at your house. Our families went camping together last summer. You went to every one of my swim meets. You know me. And you know I’d never hurt Lola. Not ever.” His glare sears into me, and I think he might regret not running me over when he had the chance. “The kid I knew would never have left her alone at night. He wouldn’t have waited until the next day to
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