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CHAPTER 2

Leighton

Life shouldn’t be this hard I don’t want to be whiny and ask God what I did to deserve this, but I soood life I’enerously

Which is why I’m a little bent out of shape over as, I peer over er that may or may not be there I don’t knohat to expect anymore

I can’t afford to be sloppy, though, so even though I have a good idea of where I’le Maps, I make myself circle around and double back It’s the only way to be sure I don’t have a tail

After twenty et on track and start hborhood about twenty alows aren’t e lots Most are stucco, ranging froht white to deep brown, all with red tiled roofs It’s like the building code demands it in this area

Glancing at un is still on top and within easy reach I can’t afford to take any chances When I left Denver for the alain The bubble of security and protection I’d been living in for alet it back The minute I chose to leave—just as un into my hand for protection—I’d realized I was on my own from here on out

The house I’ for comes into view The streets are adequately lit, and the house has gorgeous landscape up-lighting around the foundation, low in an almost heavenly way

The irony of that thought causes ust Greenfield to be so he can help me

I drive by his house, circle the block twice, and ensure for the last ti me Still, I park three houses down on the road and watch for a while No other cars come down the street No one moves on the cross streets It’s super late—or rather early—in theIt’s alure outand brutal I’d eaten aa ust soon I’d even gone into the bathroo at myself in the mirror