The sense of impending doom in my chest makes me feel like someone has wrapped their hands around my neck, blocking my air supply. Blond hair. Blood. Tarmac. At any moment, Aces could release more lies or more truths. The police could come knocking on my front door, lock my wrists together in handcuffs, and drag me away while the disappointment on my parents’ faces burns into my mind forever. I need to go through all of what Peter has sent over, make sure I have an airtight plan to take back to Devon tomorrow. Sorry, something came up. I was just starting to have a real friend, and, like
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