“Here’s Plan B.” Before explaining further, Nick hops out of the truck and darts around to wrench my door open, unbuckling my seatbelt and lifting me out. Fingers nervously fidgeting with the ends of my hair, he blurts out in a single rushed breath, “You’re not fine, Amelia. You’re hurt but I think you’re too scared to be or you don’t want people to see you like that so I booked a room here for a few days. No one knows you’re here, I told them you went to your dad’s place, so no one’s gonna bother you. If you want, I’ll stay but if you wanna be alone, that’s okay too. I’ll go home and collect
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