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genuous in the way he looked at her, but she couldn’t have someone with her when Well, she didn’t knohat She only knew this was important, and she couldn’t screw it up Whatever the purpose of thisit didn’t involve other people
“That doesn’t mean I can trust you Besides, I’ll be fine If they don’t show soon, I’”
Kaden’s gaze locked on hers, and she could tell he was trying to decide whether or not he believed her Sheof trash over his shoulder like Santa Claus “Well, have a good night, Abigail”
He turned to leave, and for a moment, Abby wanted to race after him and ask him to stay Maybe she did need so She had no idea, but she stood, feet planted in the spongy rubber
As he headed over the hill and faded into the distance, she turned back toward the opening of the park Moveht her eye A car parked
She watched fro into the darkness The hair rose on the back of her neck as a door opened and a small person stepped out They didn’t bother to close the door Instead, theyinto the depths of the park—staring right toward Abby, like they knehere she’d be all along
Seconds passed as a knowing feeling washed over her Her goosebuaze toward the hill where Kaden disappeared, she wondered if it was too late to run after hiht She shouldn’t be there—alone—standing in the dark, waiting for a stranger
But before she could do any such thing, GG’s letter flashed in her mind, and her feet rass as shelot, her heart in her throat
As she approached, the person becaht of the old man He hobbled a step closer A thick wave of salt and pepper hair covered his head Eyes, dark as onyx, never wavered from her face
A shiver crept up her spine as he closed the distance between the small and dark in the other The hipped her hair in her face and eyes Brushing away her dark locks, she tucked them behind her ears and waited, unsure of whether she had the courage to close the gap even if she wanted to Planting her feet, it took all her energy to stand in place and not bolt in the other direction
He drew closer, then paused in front of her—so close she could smell the tobacco on his breath Wrinkles h he sesture, and when he reached a hand out to her, he offered her the dark object
Her eyesin what appeared to be a leather-bound book
“Abigail Bridges?” he asked, with an accent so thick, she hardly registered her own name
Her gaze darted back to his face The acknowledgment shouldn’t have surprised her Still, her eyes widened, and unable to speak, she nodded
“I have so for you,” he said, his voice harsh like the sound of crunching gravel