Chapter 102

  Brenda flinches as if I'd physically struck her across the face. "T-Trey–"

  I don't have the stomach to sit through another round of her rehearsed, pathetic justifications. Giving her my back, I step back under the icy cascade of the showerhead. "Get out."

  "W-what?"

  "You heard me," I say over...

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