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“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head. “What the hell? Who would do something like that?”

I shrug helplessly, not trusting myself to speak.

“Jesus,” he says again. “Should we call the police?”

“What’s the point? They’re not going to do anything.” I struggle to my feet, trying not to touch the ground because I don’t want to get glass in my hand. “Why are you home so late? You didn’t even text me.”

“What are you talking about? I texted you like twenty minutes ago to tell you I was leaving!”

Oh. Well, that could be true. I haven’t looked at my phone since I went upstairs.

I blink a few times, afraid my emotions are going to get the better of me. “I was worried about you. And Bobby kept asking for you.”

Elliot’s shoulders sag. “I’m sorry, April. Work is killing me lately. But I promise I’ll try to be home earlier from now on.”

I nod and pick up my phone from the coffee table, where I left it. Sure enough, there is a text message on the screen from Elliot, telling me he’s on his way home. And then there’s a second text message, from a blocked number:

Did you enjoy my little present, April?

I clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out. Up until now, it was just words. Now there’s a rock in my living room and a bunch of broken glass on the floor. Somebody’s out to get me.

I only wish I knew why.

Chapter 18

I spend most of the next day cooking, just to get my mind off what happened the night before. By the time I’m ready to pick up Bobby from school, every inch of our kitchen table is covered with baked goods. I grab some lemon bars and cookies and hurry out the door to the school. I’m sure I can get somebody to eat them.

Carrie, Kathy, and Julie are waiting together near the entrance. Carrie groans when she sees my Tupperware. “Why do I feel like I’m going to gain five pounds in the next five minutes?”

I pull the lid off the container of lemon bars. “Come on, please take one. I’m overloaded!”

Carrie hesitates. “I shouldn’t.”

“Go ahead, Carrie,” Kathy says. “Mark always says that April makes the best lemon bars in existence.”

She shoots me a look as she says that. I shift uneasily. Could she be the one who threw a rock through my window? I wouldn’t put it past her.

Just as all three women reach over to take lemon bars, I see Sean Cooper jogging over to me. He waves his hand to get my attention and calls out my name. It’s hard not to notice him.

Carrie nudges my elbow. “I wonder what Maria’s hot husband wants to talk to you about.”

And then Kathy shoots me another look. “Yes. I wonder.”

Oh God.

“April!” Sean slows to a stop in front of us. “I’m glad I caught you.”

I smile at him. “Hi, Sean. Would you like a lemon bar?”

He looks down at the Tupperware container filled with my lemon bars. I make amazing lemon bars. My secret is that I put lemon zest both in the curd and also in the crust.

“That’s okay,” he finally says.

“Are you sure? Because—”

“Listen,” Sean interrupts me. “Have you seen Raffey?”

Have I what? “Who?”