No. No. They wouldn’t have done this to me. Time was a funny thing, wasn’t it? The last time I saw the man in front of me, we were eighteen. It was our high school graduation. He’d held eye contact a fraction of a second too long, and in that fraction, I’d plotted his murder no less than seven times. I couldn’t be looking at Elliott Sloane, the one person who’d once broken my heart without ever knowing it. No. There was no way. Chloe and Mellie knew what he’d done to me. There was no way they’d do this to me. Yet, here I was, standing in front of him, on a blind date those bitches had set up
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