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I adjusted the pillow behind me, repositioning the blanket so it covered my neck. “Like there’s a knife in my back and it’s twisting around and around and around.”

He took off his shoes and climbed over me, resting across the open space, where he pulled me against his chest. “I don’t have answers yet, but I gave them forty-eight hours.”

I was silent while I let that number digest. “This is going to be the longest two days of my life.”

He rubbed across my back, kissing the top of my head. “What can I do to make you feel better?” He exhaled, his air heating my hair. “Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”

I looked up at his face, my eyes pleading with his. “Can you make me disappear?”

Thirty-Two

Dominick

“W

hen I asked you to make me disappear,” Kendall said from the edge of the pool, overlooking the lapping waves of the Atlantic, “I definitely wasn’t expecting this.”

Keeping her locked in my house without any fucking sunlight wasn’t going to be healthy. She needed air, relaxation, a pla