Meg called up Liz and waited impatiently as the phone rang three times. She groaned. Not voice mail again. Like Connor, Liz wasn’t always able to answer a call, but she was usually lightning fast responding to texts.
Meg shot one her way. She didn’t receive anything back. Waiting did no favors to her anxiety level. She was already a highly impatient person, but during a time like this, a level head was nearly impossible to come by.
Finally, she reached a breaking point. She couldn’t just wait around. It was time to get answers herself.
Meg wasn’t the only one with spooked feelings. Her mother exited the shop and joined her.
“Honey, you’re completely off in the ozone. What’s on your mind?” Beth wondered.
“Trouble,” Meg said.
“What kind of trouble?”
“Mom, I need you to cover for me.”
“Why?”
“Because, there’s something I need to go check on,” Meg explained.
Beth was still completely in the dark. “What is it?”
“I have a bad feeling about this Ethan Wakefield situation,” Meg revealed.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
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