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“Atlanta.”

Cain’s eyebrows rose high. “Were you aware of him coming to your home?”

“No, I wasn’t, and I didn’t give him permission to come inside my apartment either.”

“So he broke in?”

“No. According to Glenn, he concocted some story that apparently the building manager bought and let him in.” She shivered, rubbing her hands along her arms.

Thoughts of finding somewhere else to live crossed her mind.

“Do you want him removed from the premises?”

Anya nodded. “Please. I don’t want to press any charges or anything. I just want him gone.”

“Are you sure, ma’am?” Officer Cain asked with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Yes, I just want him to leave me alone.”

“I would suggest you at least go file for an order of restraint on him. That will prevent him from coming within so many feet of you.”

Anya’s gaze flew to Cain’s eyes.

She had divulged more than the fact she was getting away from Glenn, but the expression in his eyes gave away that he’d given this advice before.

“Think about it. I’m not sure what went on back in Atlanta, but from the looks of it, you should log this in with the courts as a form of protection for you.”

Anya let loose a sigh and knew he was right.

But seriously, what did a piece of paper do?

“I know that face.” He folded his notebook shut and slid it into his pocket. His eyebrows furrowed. “If he breaks that order, then it can get him in a world of trouble.”

“Okay.” Anya ran a trembling hand through her hair.

“Do you feel safe?” Officer Cain asked.

She shook her head. “Not with him here.”

“We’ll remove him, and then I would still suggest you get that order. Next time, you may not be as lucky.”

Anya got his message loud and clear.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured.

“You have a good night, ma’am.” He gave her a nod and exited her apartment.

She locked the door, pausing near it.

A strangled breath left her as Glenn’s voice grew colder and louder.

Great, he’s arguing with the cops.

Closing her eyes, she slid to the floor. Warm tears escaped, rushing down her cheeks. She rested her head against her knees, unsure of what to do.

All she wanted was to be free from him, to live her life as she saw fit.

Anya wiped the wetness from her face, angry at herself for letting him get her down.

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