“Fuck.” Exhaling sharply, Phoenix scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, I’ll make sure the police take this seriously and don’t bring you back there, okay?” “You don’t understand,” Quinn whispers, her voice quaky. “He is the police.” Phoenix rears back like he’s been sucker punched and the dread in my chest turns to full-blown horror. “It will be bad enough when he finds me, because he always finds me. But if you call the police, they’ll tell my father—who’s a fucking sheriff—and he’s gonna lose his shit entirely.” Curling her arms around herself, she studies her shoes. “He hates when I run
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