I hadn’t realized that my sister had moved. When I had first trailed her up to Dallas three years ago, I had just followed her. The place I had been to was a decent apartment complex that hadn’t looked too sketchy. It hadn’t been anything fancy by any means, but it had been all right. It had basically been the same kind of place that we had lived in after moving out of Mr. Cooper’s. But this place, this place was nice. Too nice. Way too nice if the Mercedes and Audis and BMWs that were on the other side of the gate meant anything. I gave Rip the code for the gate—Thea had texted it to me along
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Ok dat IS a lil sketchy icl like she ain’t even say nun🤨
