Forget Me Not

FORGET ME NOT

(FORGET ME NOT, #1)

JESSICA SORENSEN

Forget Me Not

Jessica Sorensen

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CONTENTS

Prologue

1. One week later

2. Raven

3. Hunter

4. Raven

5. Hunter

6. Raven

7. Raven

8. Raven

9. Hunter

10. Raven

11. Raven

12. Raven

13. Hunter

14. Raven

15. Raven

16. Raven

About the Author

Also by Jessica Sorensen

PROLOGUE

RAVEN

I’ve always suffered from insomnia, even before my parents died. Tonight is no exception.

After spending hours trying to go to sleep, I end up lying in bed for quite a while, just staring up at the ceiling and thinking. I have no plans of moving anytime soon until I hear the strangest noise coming from outside. It almost sounds like a fire crackling.

Confused, I get up, tiptoe over to the window, and peer outside, surprised to find that, yep, the noise is indeed exactly what I thought it was.

A fire is crackling in the middle of the field beside my house. A man stands beside it. A man who looks an awful lot like my uncle, who has been my guardian ever since my parents died.

I watch from the window as he throws something into the flames, then steps back.

What the hell?

What is he burning in the middle of the night? Whatever it is, it can’t be good. Why else would anyone burn something in the middle of the night?

My best bet is that it might be some incriminating evidence against him. My uncle may be a police officer, but he does a lot of sketchy stuff.

I stand by the window for a bit, watching as he remains in front of the flames. Eventually, he puts the fire out by shoveling dirt onto it. Then he starts back toward the house.

I hunker down to avoid being seen. Then, when I hear the front door creak open, I crawl back toward my bed and climb in. And it’s a good thing I do, too.

Moments later, my bedroom door is opened.

I keep my eyes shut, but I can sense someone looking at me. It has to be my uncle, but what the hell is he doing?