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He’s a drug dealer.
A liar.
And now I know a murderer.
The tears I tried to keep at bay fall unbidden down my cheeks in a river of sorrow, and I let them. I cry for my brother. I cry for my parents. I cry for myself and what my life has become.
I mourn it all. Every single shitty hand I’ve been dealt.
“Is there anyone you have to call?”the man asks in a voice that tells he’s feeling sorry for me.
He’s got to witness my break, and any other time I’d be embarrassed, but today, I’m too tired and sad to care.
I look over to see him reaching his phone out.
And one name rolls in my mind.
If I can get home and grab some stuff, I can get out of the city, but I’ll need someone to help me.
One person will be able to help me get away.
Matt.
I only hope this doesn’t get us both killed.
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SASHA
When I seethe familiar buildings of my block, my heart beats rapidly in my chest.
I don’t have much time before I meet Matt.
Just enough to grab a few essentials, and then I’ll haul ass out of there.Preferably before anyone finds me. This would be the first place they’d look.
The truth is, I should have had the truck driver drop me off where Matt told me—a few blocks from the precinct. But I needed to grab some cash that I have stored in a loose ceiling tile above my bed. It’s not much.
Maybe fifteen hundred dollars, give or take.
Lots of long hours on my feet, dealing with cheap patrons to even scratch together that much.
It’s been hiding in the spot since before Roman died. My fear of him finding it spurred me to stash it.
When the truck pulls to a stop, my hands are shaking. I know it’s a risk, but I have to take it.
“Thank you,” I say as I look back at the man who helped me for no reason other than the kindness of his heart.
“Be safe.”
“I will.” I fling the door open before I can second-guess myself and make my way out onto the street.
The moment I do, I realize how dumb I am. I don’t have my keys.
Luckily for me, security is shit in this building. So instead of going through the front door, I head toward the fire escape.
Gideon wasn’t wrong. This place is awful, but the good news is it shouldn’t be too hard to break into, and I have no intentions of ever coming back.
The walk around the building isn’t far, but as I dash toward the fire escape, I swear I feel eyes on me.
