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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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I’m not sure if the entire town knows what’s happened yet, but news travels fast, so I can’t imagine it will be long. I’m not leaving the house until gossip dies down.

I hope it dies down soon because all I want is to move forward, which is really hard to do when everyone I come in contact with wants to know how I’m doing. Which is just an in so they can then ask the questions they really wants to know, such as what it was like and details of what I went through. All things I would rather not discuss with anyone, let alone practical strangers.

We pull into the driveway. Somehow the house looks smaller. I get out of the car. Mom and Dad follow me closely, as if they’re scared to let me more than two feet away from them.

Mom lets us in, and I head straight for my room. “If it’s okay, I just want to sleep.”

“Of course,” Dad replies. “We’ll be out here if you need us.”

“If you need anything,” Mom adds, her eyes wet with tears.

“Thanks,” I murmur as I walk away to curl up in my room and pretend everything is going to be okay.

41

Evan

Caleb and I are in the back of a cop car. We are being taken to a jail cell in the city since our town’s station is tiny.

Piper was being taken into an interview room the last time I saw her. It was only a quick glimpse while I was being hauled from one room to another.

I have to get out of this, or I won’t see her again. This is my only chance for the ending I want. Once I’m in a cell, that’s it. We have two cops in the front, and we’re handcuffed to the seat. We’re only in the same car because the others are at the scene, cops still scouring the building—what’s left of it—and the surrounding areas.

Apparently they found the graves. They told me that like it was a major find. It wasn’t even hidden. Idiots.

We turn out of town, and now it’s just miles and miles of nothing until we hit the city. We have to act fast and soon.

Either side of us is cornfields. There are no other cars, and this cop car has nothing to separate the front from the back. They’re trusting that the handcuffs will prevent us from trying anything. They have no idea who we are.

I make eye contact with Caleb, a secret conversation passing through one glance. He dips his chin, confirming he understands and he’s in. Of course he is.

We turn our heads, and both reach out.