But I couldn’t stand seeing them one day all
smiles, then the next… gone.
Just a cold, dead name.
So I bailed.
My head was pounding.
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Wide awake, I wandered out to the balcony.
And caught sight of Mrs. Davison being
helped home, limping.
I almost called out.
Then the guy supporting her looked up.
Streetlight blazing, right on his face.
Must’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me.
‘Cause I could’ve sworn it was him.
I rubbed my eyes.
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Still there.
But his gaze… was it disgust?
Loathing?
I swayed.
Guess my brain’s already starting to rot.
I could have sworn that I was seeing Connor
Davies.
And he was giving me the same look he gave
me six years ago when I broke his heart.
The day he got accepted into the police
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academy, the day that should have been the
happiest of his life.
He’d come to share the good news, and I’d
just dropped a bomb on him: “We’re done.”
His face went white.
“What?” he’d stammered, like he hadn’t heard
me right.
“I’m breaking up with you,” I’d said, cold as
ice. “I’m bored. I don’t want to be with you
anymore.”
“You serious, Ginger?” he’d asked, voice
shaking.
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It had been brutal.
We’d said things we couldn’t take back.
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He’d looked at me like that.
Like he wanted to strangle me.
Snapping back to reality, I realized it was him
down there.
A wave of clammy sweat washed over me.
Why did I suddenly feel so guilty?
Thank God he didn’t stick around.
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I let out a shaky breath.
My legs were like jelly.
For six years, I’d pictured this moment.
But not like this.
The next morning, Mrs. Davison, bless her
soul, dragged me down to the police station.
She introduced me to all the officers.
And when her eyes landed on the tall, broad- shouldered guy in uniform, I froze.
“Ginger, this is Detective Davies. He’s in
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charge of our neighborhood. He is always
here if you need anything, right Connor?”
Connor’s face was a mask.
Not a flicker of recognition.
Like he’d never seen me before in his life.
I held out my hand. “Hi, Detective Davies.”
He stared at me, like he was thinking: Oh, please.
He didn’t move.
