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“Are you sure that’s it?”

Almost

But there’s still a part of me that hates it

“Listen, Mom, I have to—”

“Go”

I cut through the restaurant Push out the door

But there’s no sign of Leighton

Chapter 42

Ryan

Leighton isn’t in the lobby

She isn’t in our room

She’s not lounging on a deck chair by the pool Or strolling along the garden path Or sucking sugar syrup from a shaved ice

My dress shoes sink onto the sand as I step off the concrete path

There

Moonlight bounces off a silver dress