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  1. CRUEL PINK
  2. DEBRA ANASTASIA
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. CONTENTS
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. TAYLOR
  11. AUSTIN
  12. 6
  13. AUSTIN
  14. 7
  15. AUSTIN
  16. TAYLOR
  17. 9
  18. 10
  19. TAYLOR
  20. 11
  21. AUSTIN
  22. 12
  23. TAYLOR
  24. TAYLOR
  25. AUSTIN
  26. 13
  27. TAYLOR
  28. AUSTIN
  29. 14
  30. TAYLOR
  31. 15
  32. AUSTIN
  33. 16
  34. TAYLOR
  35. AUSTIN
  36. 17
  37. TAYLOR
  38. AUSTIN
  39. 18
  40. TAYLOR
  41. 19
  42. TAYLOR
  43. 20
  44. AUSTIN
  45. TAYLOR
  46. 21
  47. TAYLOR
  48. 22
  49. AUSTIN
  50. TAYLOR
  51. 23
  52. AUSTIN
  53. TAYLOR
  54. 24
  55. AUSTIN
  56. TAYLOR
  57. 25
  58. AUSTIN
  59. 26
  60. TAYLOR
  61. 27
  62. AUSTIN
  63. TAYLOR
  64. AUSTIN
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  66. TAYLOR
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  68. AUSTIN
  69. TAYLOR
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  71. AUSTIN
  72. TAYLOR
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  74. AUSTIN
  75. TAYLOR
  76. 32
  77. AUSTIN
  78. 33
  79. TAYLOR
  80. TAYLOR
  81. EPILOGUE
  82. AUSTIN
  83. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  84. WHAT TO READ NEXT!
  85. MY DAD
  86. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

All of a sudden I realized that Raven’s friend Valerie’s mom was in the driveway. Chatting with my dad, just like normal families do. All the crap was gone from in front of the house. Sure, the grass was dead in giant appliance—shaped crop circles, but the first thing you noticed was the house.

I whirled to look at Raven. “What happened?”

She was absolutely glowing. “You have to see inside. It’s not done but…”

As we rounded to the front door, I saw a giant garbage dumpster parked a little bit behind the house.

I followed Raven up the steps. The steps were really wide. Normally, we had an uneven footpath to navigate. The deck had parts that didn’t look sturdy, but I could see all of it.

After following her inside, it was clear they had been working on this place nonstop since I left.

“We still have to do Dad's room and the garage, but check it out.” She flung her hands around like she was presenting a PowerPoint.

“This place is so much bigger. There’s even an echo. A freaking echo!”

Raven twirled in a circle. “We were going to have it done by the time you got home, but then you were kidnapped and now you get to see it too early.”

The front door closed behind me and I faced my father. He had a proud bloom when he met my gaze.

“What brought this on?” I touched the cushion of the couch that had not been fit to sit on in a long time. Sure, there were stains, but it was actually a couch.

He shuffled into the kitchen where Raven went from drawer to drawer flinging them open. “We hired a service for a few days to help us get started. It was long overdue.”

Overdue was an understatement. But I didn’t want to make him feel anything but proud. “It’s fantastic. Looks great. So calming.”

I walked over to my dad and gave him a congratulatory hug, Raven joined to turn it into a double whammy. Dad hugged back so hard, it was obvious he needed the contact.

“Proud of you, Dad. I know this wasn’t easy.” I let him see my smile.

“Yeah. It was a lot. I started small, and Raven’s helped me every step of the way. Once we had a pile taller than her,” Dad lifted his chin in Raven’s direction, “then it was time to rent the dumpster.”