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She’d been here for a few days. We talked. Well, I talked. All she did was cry. I needed to make her understand why I had to stop her.

“You had so much potential, and you had to go and ruin it.” I shook my head. “Is that how you want people to see you? To remember you?” I softly ran the back of my hand down her cheek. Tears fell from her eyes. “I’m afraid this is your last chapter.”

31

Dahlia

I pulled into Alex’s driveway at precisely the same time he did.

“Nice car. Where’s yours?”

“It broke down on the way to work. I had to have it towed to a shop. This is a rental.”

“That sucks.” He unlocked the door, and we stepped inside.

Being here with him made me uneasy. Not in a fearful way, but in a disgusted way.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Is pizza good for dinner?”

“Sure. I’ll order it.” I smiled.

“Make sure to get ham on half.”

“I will,” I said.

Perfect. He was taking a shower, which would give me access to his laptop. I walked over to the table in the foyer and pulled it from his leather bag. I took it to the couch and unlocked it. Opening the messaging app, I read his and Daisy’s most current conversation from last night after I sent him home.

DaisyMae22

I’m home wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties. Are you there?

Alex

Yes. But I told you I was busy tonight.

DaisyMae22

But I want to talk to you.

Alex

You will soon. I promise.

DaisyMae22

Here’s a picture so you won’t forget.

I stared at the picture of her lying on her side, legs spread, and her entire body exposed.

Alex

You’re getting me hard.

DaisyMae22

That was the point of the photo.

My stomach twisted into knots as the anger rose up inside me. It was more evident now than ever what I needed to do. Nobody made a fool out of me. Glancing at his bag on the kitchen island, I noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of the zipper part. I walked over, removed it, and unfolded it. It contained an address. I shoved it into my pocket.