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I turn the knob and step out.

The morning’s nice. The sunlight’s strong on my face. My skin tingles in the fresh air and I wonder how long Jackie’s been in that room, taking drugs all day, sleeping all morning, doing whatever she does at night. I wonder if she realizes how deeply her family controls her still, even all the way out here, even in the depths of her addiction.

I walk down the steps and I make a decision.

I won’t become like her.

Even if Kat never comes back, I won’t go back to my family. I won’t let Grandpop control me the way he wants to control everyone else. Riley can be his little puppet and he can dance for Grandpop while the old man’s still around. I don’t give a damn about them anymore. I want freedom, real freedom, and the only way to get there is to go through all this shit.

Something good’s waiting for me on the other side. I just have to reach it first.

I open the door to the car. Don’s waiting in there. He cocks his head at me. “You find her?”

“I found her.”

“And how’d that go?”

I shake my head. “She’s a lifelong addict.”

He nods like he knows exactly what I mean, but as I turn toward the driver to tell him to get going, Don touches my shoulder. “Look.”

I turn and stare out the window.

Jackie’s standing on the balcony. She’s got a bag on her shoulder and she’s looking around, squinting at the parking lot, one hand shading her eyes. I push the door open and stand up and wave, and she looks at me for the longest time before waving back. I think she might be high, but when she gets nearer, I can tell her gaze is clear.

“You said you were paying?” she asks.

“You won’t owe me a thing. I’m doing it for Katherine.”

“Real freedom then.” She glances away. “I know who’s been keeping me alive all these years.”

“You’re a survivor.” I walk over and take her bag. “Did you take that dose?”

“No. I figure I might as well start now.”

“It’s a long drive back to Dallas.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse.” She grins at me and I toss her bag in the trunk.

“Jackie Stockton, this is Don Lamon.”

“Pleasure,” Don says.

“Charmed,” Jackie says.

“Drive,” I say and the car pulls out.

Chapter 28

Kat

Ilie out by the pool in the midafternoon sun and stare at the ring on my finger.

It’s a different ring. Not the ring Ford gave me. Another ring, a new ring, diamonds and gold. It’s big, gaudy, expensive. It’s ugly as sin and I hate it.

It’s my win. Might as well be a chain.

I lean my head back and close my eyes. It’s a beautiful day and I’m sitting by the water on a comfortable lounge chair and all I can feel is miserable. I should be happy—I’m getting married soon!—but there’s only bitterness and disgust left in me.

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