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Burying my head in the sand when this man almost took my life isn’t an option

Chapter Four

Quinn

Going back to work is odd This ishappened I felt a mental break was in order My locations can be odd, and the hours even stranger The last thing I wanted to do was freak out on set I’ party I should be happy Instead, I’ns of a car following me from the minute I left the house Detective Kunes disclosure ate away even more of my sense of security Men like the ones he , and that’s exactly what I am

Maybe they’re convinced I don’t reed sword If they’ve forgotten aboutwill place iveback and forth with it ina blank I’m a pros and cons list type In this case, I have no way of knowing all the details

I pull in front of the cute, bungalow-style ho theirthe car in park, I take a deep breath as I put onto do everything in ets the best possible send off to a new life

I step out of the car, srab my makeup kit frohborhood with neatly cut green lawns, srade cars I feel safe here There’s no one who seems out of place, and I haven’t seen the same car for the entire drive

I roll et back to work My three-inch heels click over the asphalt as I make my way onto the sidewalk and up the stone pathway that leads up to the white ho the doorbell and I’m swept into the joy of the day as her mother welcomes me in

With her wide s hair full of curls added by a crap ton of co and hairspray, Mrs Thomas is the quintessential southern woman Her makeup is flawless, and her ice blue dress shows off her slender fralow of her honey skin

“You must be Quinn Please, co for us You cahly recommended I’m Mrs Thompson, Amanda’s mother”

“It’s wonderful toher hand

“The girls are sippingroom I set up a table and chair for you by the French doors because of the natural light” I follow her in nodding my head I know froe, so I’ll be takingAmanda exactly what she wants for her special day I’o The ht be the one whothe nuptials, it’s usually the mother of the bride

Amanda is seated in the center of the couch in a white silk robe that has an eht blue robes with their nahter and flowing conversation fills the space with good vibes Amanda fixes me with her almond-shaped hazel eyes and beams It’s a look of love I wonder if I’ll ever wear

“Amanda, this is Quinn”

“It’s so good to finally meet you” Amanda stands She’s petite with a heart-shaped face, and curves most woman would kill for She holds out her hand, and I shake it