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Fox.

I swallowed.

He’d been here, and I’d beentoo slow.

I gathered the notebook andthe peanut butter cups into my arms and saw a scrap of envelope sticking out ofthe side.

A note.

Thought you’d want thisback. Found it in your Uncle Vincent’s car. Sorry I couldn’t solve this fastenough to make any difference to you. Take care.

Love,

Fox

Love, Fox.

Love.

Dammit.

“Fox!” I shouted, tears inmy eyes. I couldn’t see his bike anywhere, but maybe he hadn’t gone so far thathe wouldn’t hear me.

Maybe he’d come back.Maybe if I texted him, he’d—

My blood ran cold as Iwatched a familiar white Cadillac pull up outside the complex.

No. No, I couldn’t deal with thisnow. I’d just realized—I’d just gottenproof—that UncleVincent had been the one doing this to me.

I scrambled inside, lockingthe door again before remembering that he had a key.

What was I going to say tohim if he came in here?

Could I lock myself in thebathroom? How long would that work for? Would I just make him angry?

My feet took me to thebedroom without my brain making a conscious decision, the door closing with aclick that sounded much,muchtoo loud.

Knocking on the door made mejump.

That had to be him. Fox wasgone.

Did I risk answering it?

Did I risknotanswering it?

Uncle Vincent had never hitme—he’d hit a lot ofother things, but not me—but would he still care about not doing that if hethought he had nothing to lose?

Other than Fox, I was theonly one who knew what he’d done. It didn’t seem like something worth hurtingme over, but…

People had done worse thingsover less, and I was realizing that I didn’t know my uncle at all. Iknew he’d been harsh, I knew he’d been unfair, and manipulative, and that noneof what he’d done was okay, but…

I’d never feltsafe,but I hadn’t felt like Iwas in danger.

Until now.

Now, I couldn’t think past thepounding rush in my head, the fear that I’d gone too far, knew too much.

I wanted Fox. All I couldthink of was how safe I felt when he was around, how comforting his presencewas. How he’dstood up to Uncle Vincent before, and he’d do it again.