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She pats my cheek. “Now go get my granddaughter.”

“That’s the plan.”

She gets out of the car, and I watch her go through the front door, the night person approaching her. They’ll make sure she gets home.

After pulling my phone from my glove compartment, I run through my texts, ignoring all the ones from anyone but Savannah. She’s messaged me a million times but never said where she is. I’m fairly sure I know where she is though.

Ten minutes later—thankful that the Northern Lights residents are fast asleep and I wasn’t stuck behind any slow drivers—I pull down my driveway and am slightly disappointed when I don’t see her SUV. Climbing out of my car, I decide to go in, grab a water, and change my clothes, then I’ll go to every Bailey house to find her.

I put the key in my lock and open the door, finding a shadow in the dark.

“Are you here to murder me?” I ask.

The light flicks on. “That depends. Are you going to hear me out this time?”