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48

Forty-Three

Smith

Present Day

“No, I don’t want to run. Unless it’s toward you, and then my answer is yes.”

I stared at Alix while she sat in the passenger seat of my car, her words echoing inside my head.

By bringing her to Roxbury, I’d shown her a part of my storm.

But there was so much more.

I’d spent eighteen years in that hell. Every day was a war, another memory that would haunt me for the rest of my life. And each one had left me with scars. Time had lightened some. The rest were as dark as the black tar my mother shot into her veins.

Eventually, I would open my wounds and tell Alix the story behind them.

But, for now, I needed to clear my head.

I shifted into drive and put my hand on her thigh. “Do you have to work tonight?”

“No.”

“I know I told you we were going to have lunch in Roxbury, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I have to get the hell out of here.”

She reached across the seat and put her hand behind my head, her fingers running through the back of my hair. “I get it. You don’
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