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“Again, you were a hurting teenager. You’re an adult now.” She tilted her head. “At least I think you are.” Zoey backed toward the door. “Don’t blowthis.”
I could only nod. My insides were stirring and mixing with indecision. “I still have aweek.”
Zoey’s phone chimed, and she looked down and then at me with fear in hereyes.
“What is it? Is Sadie okay?” I hurried to herside.
“It’s not Sadie. It’s Dylan. He’s beenarrested.”
I turned in all directions multiple times, as if I would find an answer, until Zoey stopped me. “Go tohim.”
“Right. Um…I can’t. My car needs a new battery. Can you takeme?”
Zoey ran to the door and then turned back. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go get your man out ofjail.”
