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That statement has his eyes widening. “What? Really? Are you shitting me?”
“Fuck yes, I am. Jeez. No, I don’t have a stepsister. Thank fuck. My father didn’t even have the decency to make her legit, but I have a thorn in my side.”
“That sounds more like something I’d believe. Start from the beginning.”
And I do. With a drink in my hand, a large gulp, and a desire to unburden myself, I tell Jaxson all about the wonderful benefactor that my father was to people who weren’t even his family.
A family he supported without us knowing.
How he lived a double life for years and how every word out of his deceitful mouth was a complete fucking lie.
After Jax leaves and I’m left at the bar alone, I pour a single drop on the floor.
“Hope you enjoy watching her suffer, Dad. After all, fair is fair. You were the one who taught me that.”
Chapter
Six
PAYTON
TWO MONTHS LATER…
Where did the day go?
My stomach chooses that second to growl. Not only did I sit in a cold and drab library all day, my eyes basically bleeding from looking at the books I had to read, but it dawns on me that I also didn’t eat.
I’ll make something and crash for the night.
I need my energy to finish the research on my paper due at the end of the week.
I can’t wait to be done with school.
I can’t wait to be far away from all of this.
As I walk back into my house, after grabbing something from my car, there’s a crunch under my shoe. Little shards of glass litter the floor.
Slowly, I take another step, careful not to crush any more.
I bend over and pick up one of the pieces. It’s blue. It reminds me of the Moreno glass trinket holder I have in the living room.
Turning on the hall light, I head toward the table next to the couch where I usually keep it. That’s when I notice a few things.
One: It’s missing.
Two: And this part makes my back go straight. The window is open.
Did I leave it open?
No. That doesn’t make any sense. Even if I left it open, it wouldn’t explain the glass all over the foyer.
Maybe I left it open, and a gust of wind blew it over.
That is the dumbest thing I have ever thought. There’s no way. But if it didn’t, if it wasn’t my fault, that would mean . . .
A chill runs up my spine.
Someone was here.
