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I stood in the driveway, staring at the empty space where my car used to be, and felt something shift inside me. Not anger. Not yet. Determination. Rob had planned for this. He’d known. And he’d left me the tools to protect myself. I just had to find them.
At 5:45 PM, Margaret and I pulled up to Jason Pruitt’s house.
Jason was younger than I expected—maybe continue reading …
