“I’m sorry, babe,” Stef said. “I’ve got Way here at Liza’s with all the dogs. We’re fine. You do whatever you need to do.” Knox reached me and grabbed my arms. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” “I have to go,” I said into the phone and disconnected. The front door opened, and I saw two officers in uniform looking grim. My breath hitched. “Knox,” I whispered. “Right here, baby. What happened?” His eyes were bluer in this light, searingly blue and serious as he held on to me. I shook my head. “It’s not me. It’s you.” “What’s me?” With a shaking finger, I pointed at the officers making their way to
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