Baby, Come Back: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance
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Next door, my neighbor turned on his stereo, answering the question regarding how thick my walls were. Paper thin.
For a moment the grief and the panic and fear were overwhelming. Tears burned behind my eyes and I couldn’t take a deep breath. But I pushed the panic back. Smothered it. Just set it aside like a bag I didn’t want to carry anymore. I had so many of those kinds of bags, all along the edges of my life.
I closed my eyes and searched for calm.
Deep breath, Charlotte. This is not so bad. This is not forever. This is not permanent. This place is not your world.
I opened my eyes and took in my new home again, with my rose-colored glasses fully in place.
It wasn’t so bad here. The hardwood floors in the living room and bedroom were nice. A coat of paint. Some curtains to hide the bars. My coffee pot. Izzy up and humming in the corner.
It would feel like home. It would.
I could ignore the neighbor. I was good at ignoring actual humans.
As bad as this place was, and it was bad, I had to remind myself that it was actually perfect.
Because no one—even if they were looking—would find me here.
And my sister was okay. She was safe.
Which was all that mattered.
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