“Uh, Eisley…” Kansas’s nervous tone made me wipe my hands off and go to the door. I turned the corner to the hall and paused. Through the frosted glass, I saw red and blue flashing lights. Berries & Cherries, to quote Micah, the police were here. I swallowed my nerves and went to the door, opening it quickly. “Hello.” I smiled at the officers from the drive-in. “Eisley Doe?” I frowned. “Yes.” I hated my last name. I’d been given it after Kansas and I escaped, and they couldn’t find my biological family. Changing it was on my list of things to do. “We wanted to talk to your boyfriend. Is
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