I shut the door after the gorgeous lady had gone, sliding to the cold floor as I trembled softly. How had she known my name? I wondered as I sat there, worry creeping up on me. She'd called my name. In full at that. She'd known I was an Eastwood. No one here should know. I'd only told Nathan my first name, Faye. I chewed at my nails as I wildly scavenged through my thoughts, checking to see if I'd said anything about my father. Maybe, I reasoned, I might have mentioned to Nathan about my family when I was still in pain. Said something. He'd have asked me if there was someone close to me, a relative he could contact to come get me. He would have, right? I raised my head as I nodded to myself. Of course. That's the only way he could have known my father's name, too. Maybe he has even checked them out.Only he already promised me I wouldn't have to go back, so that's why I'm still here. But the lady, I thought again. Remembering how she'd said my name in warning brought out the goosebu
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