Chapter 77
JAKE
Iwatch the driveway, my body coiled tight, waiting for Emma to get home. She has exactly—I look at the time—two minutes.
What'll happen in two minutes? No one wants to find out.
Then I see it—her truck, turning in, headlights cutting through the darkness. She pulls up to the house and parks.
I stand in my bedroom, in the dark, waiting for her.
What'll I do when she gets here? Grab her, hard, like I've got a right to be this angry—and this relieved.
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