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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
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  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. A Sneak Peek of You Will Be Mine
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  50. Back Cover

With trembling hands, I gesture for her to take it, and she quickly removes the gun from my grip. Another cop wraps her arm around me, but I can’t focus on me because Evan’s dead eyes are staring me down. His gaze is full of a promise that makes my stomach churn.

“Get me out of here,” I say.

Then I’m whisked away.

40

Hazel, Priya, and I are bundled into a car and raced to the station. We sit in the back, holding hands and unable to speak.

I watch the cornfields whizz past, a sea of yellow dotted with the pretty purple weeds. It’s never looked so beautiful.

Priya shakes beside me, her body rocking as she sobs. She and Hazel and I are all holding hands.

We’re not too far from the station now. Soon, I will see my parents. I have never wanted to be in my mom’s arms more. I need the car to hurry up. I’ve missed them so much. They will know by now. They get one of their daughters back. There was no hope with Penny—the infection kept getting worse and she wasn’t responding to any antibiotics, we knew she was going to die.

The car slows as we turn into the station and the cop parks.

I take a breath while I wait for the door to be opened. With shaking legs, I get out and brace myself against the front window.

“It’s okay, Piper,” the cop says. “Let’s get you inside.”

Hazel, Priya, and I power walk behind the cop, practically bursting through the door.

I feel like I’m in a movie as we’re led into the building. The events of today and the last month are taking their toll, and I can feel myself becoming distant. I don’t want to talk about it, even though I know the cops will make me.

I just want to go home.

The second I’m inside, I spot my parents. They jump up from a seat. They got here first, of course. Our house is about five minutes away.

“Mom!” I howl, falling into her arms.

She hugs me, her arms so tight as if she’s trying to fix everything that’s happened in the last month.

There is no fix. No amount of time or hugs or therapy. Nothing will erase my memory, the only thing that would help, so I have to learn to be okay with that.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she chants, stroking my hair.

Dad is behind us, wrapping his strong arms around me and Mom, protecting us both.

I have been through hell, and so have they.

“No one will ever hurt you again,” Dad says, his voice rough but full of promise.