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“Itisa whole thing,” I snap. “She went into my room. Touched my things. Put on something that doesn’t belong to her and then filmed content in it like she owns the place.”

“I do own the place,” Gigi says, smiling now.

I take a step toward her. “Yourparentsown this place.”

“Oh my god, this is exhausting,” Gigi groans, pulling the shirt tighter around herself. “You’reexhausting. What has gotten into you lately?”

“No,” I say, pointing. “You don’t get to flip this. You don’t get to invade my space and then call me dramatic for having a reaction.”

“You are dramatic,” she fires back. “Every day it’s something. You storm around here with your sad-girl energy, sulking through the kitchen, acting like everyone’s out to get you.”

“Maybe that’s because you are.”

She snorts. “Please. No one’s thinking about you that hard.”

“Honestly, Lola. It’s like you don’t appreciate everything we’ve done for you. We didn’t have to keep things quiet as long as we did. Everyone can see you’re whoring around with the guys next door. Do you seriously think we don’t see through your gold-digging bullshit?” Blaire huffs.

I stare at her.

“You’ve been mooching off of us for years and we’ve let it slide. You should be thanking us for not telling your brother sooner,” she adds. “We didn’t want him to worry. But someone had to protect him from watching you spiral. Again.”

I swallow the urge to punch both of them. Instead, I reach for my keys and walk out of the kitchen and out the front door. I can still hear them throwing hate at me as I leave.

I walk next door. I know they’re home even though there are no cars in the driveway. I’m assuming they’re tucked away for the night in their four-car garage.

The porch light is on though and there’s a warm glow coming from the windows. I knock once.

The door opens almost immediately.

Jude takes one look at me and pulls me inside. His arms are around me before I can even say hello. I melt into them and a feeling of complete safety completely engulfs me. I have to bite the inside of my lip to not start crying.

I press my cheek against his chest. “Were you serious?” I ask, voice muffled. “About moving in?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely.”

“Because I can’t do it anymore,” I whisper. “I can’t live in a house where I’m constantly being attacked.”

He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. “Then don’t,” he says. “Move in. You’ll have your own room. Your own key. Your own space.”

His voice drops lower.

“But you’ll be with us.”

The knot in my throat swells and once again, I bite back the tears. I nod. “Okay.”

Chapter 32

Miles

Ihear the front door slam shut.

I glance up from the stove. The water’s just started boiling and I’m about to throw some pasta in for dinner.

Jude isn’t one to slam doors, so something must have pissed Reid off again. I move across the kitchen and glance toward the entryway.When I see them, I stop.

Lola is wrapped in Jude’s arms in the foyer. She’s not crying, but she’s close. I’ve never seen her look so outwardly disheveled. It throws me for a moment.

Her ponytail is lopsided and half of it has fallen out of the band. There’s also mascara smudged under her eyes.