He never reads that message, either. Looking back, I probably should have taken his silence as a warning. Taylor never ignores my texts. But I’m so done with him, and all of his bullshit that I take one of my meds to calm the thoughts that are opening a black pit inside my head, ignoring the feeling in my gut that’s screaming something is very, very wrong. Hours later, after falling into a restless sleep, Dad throws open my bedroom door, startling me awake. He flicks on the top light and rushes in, a phone pressed to his ear with panic in his voice. “Huckslee, did you give Taylor your car
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