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“She needs people to look after her. How do I know I can trust you?” she asks.

“We made sure to have better reinforcements in the asylum so that a patient will never escape again. We have better security,” Dr. Bennett informs her.

“But how was she even able to get out?” Wow, she seriously needs to do her research. “If she was clever enough to see the security flaws, my daughter might be able to too.”

Clever, you say? I’d have to agree.

“I can assure you, she didn’t outsmart us.” Well, that’s rude. “That is not how she was able to escape; she just saw someone’s weakness and used it against him. One of the doctors that we had recently hired had his mother pass away, making him vulnerable—an easy target, if you will—and she saw that and decided to take that opportunity and use it to her advantage.”

That is not how it happened… I mean, sort of. But there was more to it.

“Which is why we have made it clear to our employees that if something arises that would affect their emotional state and they need time off, we will arrange for that to happen to ensure that incidents like this will never happen again,” he reassures the woman with his calm words. “Plus, we haven’t stopped looking for her since, and we recently got a tip of where she might be staying, so we are doing everything we can to solve this issue.”

WHAT?!

My head snaps at the knowledge that they are still looking for me after three years. Haven’t they grown tired and bored yet? I seriously thought they would have given up by now. And now he’s saying they had a tip of a possible place where I could be hiding? Who the hell could have told him that?

There is a rapid pounding in my chest that needs to calm down. Having heard enough, I push off the tree and walk away from where they sit. It isn’t until I return to my apartment that my heart stops its erratic thumping.

CHAPTER 17

Leo

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” Myles states as he paces back and forth in his kitchen.

“Yeah, well, I don’t have any other choice.” My eyes follow his frantic movements.

I take a sip of my drink, swallow the amber liquid, and welcome the way it scorches its way down my throat.

“I mean, you kind of do.” He stops at the end of the island, pivoting on his feet to face me. “Just tell Chloe you aren’t interested in Camille… Veronica…” His brows pull together because he doesn’t know what to call her.

“I can’t. I have a plan, Myles.” I set the glass on the counter and fold my arms over my chest.

“Yes, the revenge that you still haven’t told me what you plan on doing.”

“And I don’t plan on it.” He looks annoyed, but I shrug my shoulders at his disappointment. “All you have to do is pretend she is Camille, and please, for the love of God, do not slip up and call her Veronica in front of Chloe.”

“I won’t,” he reassures me. “You know that if you tell me the plan, I can help you.”

I push off the counter, walking to where he found a spot to stand still. I flash him half a smile, patting him on the shoulder. “Sorry, man. I don’t need your help.”

Myles groans but finally accepts that he won’t be needed. In this plan, it’s just me and Veronica.

Chloe breaks the silence by strolling into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood, announcing her arrival. Myles and I glance at her to see she is checking her purse to ensure she has everything she needs.

Huffing out an annoyed breath, Chloe walks to the pantry, grabs two granola bars, and shoves them into her purse.

I let out a small laugh as Myles says, “Chlo. We are going to eat.”

Her eyes quickly find him, and they narrow. “This little girl makes me feel nauseous if I don’t eat. So, yes, I understand we are going to have dinner, but I am not risking throwing up in the car because I do not have snacks.”

“If you feel sick, we don’t have to go,” I offer.

“What a great idea!” Myles's voice booms with enthusiasm. “You can change into some pajamas and crawl into bed! We can even watch that one show you’ve been begging me to watch with you.”

“Absolutely not!” She zips her purse closed rather violently. “I’m constantly feeling sick. That isn’t going to stop me from living my life. But I am taking you up on that offer another time, Myles.”

I nod in understanding while Myles sighs in defeat beside me. A knock sounds from the door, all of our heads whipping in its direction.