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Back Until I Find You
Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
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  33. 29
  34. 30
  35. 31
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  42. 38
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  44. 40
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  48. 44
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  50. 46
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  52. 48
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  55. EPILOGUE
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  58. Also by Rea Frey
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

I wave my hand. “It’s fine.” I explain what Jake found out about Beth. “Remember at the parade? Trevor wasn’t with her. That can’t be a coincidence. It just can’t be.”

“Where’s Jake now?”

“At Beth’s.”

Jess slides my hand in hers and then sighs. “Bec, you’re forgetting one thing.”

“What?”

“I know what Trevor looks like. Unequivocally. I see him all the time. It’s not him.”

The crushing disappointment holds me under. “But you see Jackson all the time too and you swore that the baby upstairs is him. And it’s not.”

“I haven’t spent as much time with Jackson as I have with Trevor.”

“Just go check again. Please.”

She disappears upstairs. My head sags into my open palms. This can’t be another dead end. I can’t handle one more misstep, one more false hope.

“Bec?” Crystal knocks sharply on the door and enters. She rushes to my side. “What in the world is going on?”

I don’t say anything. I attempt to form the words, but I can’t. She walks me to the couch. To my surprise, I start to cry.

“Hey.” Her fingers comb through my hair. “It’s all going to be okay.” I lower my head against her shoulder and for one agonizing moment, I miss my mother so much, I can’t breathe.

Jess’s footsteps sound on the stairs. I blot my tears with my T-shirt and sit up. The effort strains the muscles around my spine, and I wince.

“It’s not Trevor,” Jess confirms.

“Who’s not Trevor?” Crystal asks. “What am I missing?”

“The receipt,” Jess explains. “Jake narrowed it down to Beth. Beth bought the same onesie that the baby has.”

“Wait.” Crystal’s voice changes. “I saw Beth at the parade, but she didn’t have Trevor. When I asked her about it, she was weird.”

“What do you mean weird?” I ask.

“Just … I don’t know. Nervous or something.”

“See?” Hope surges. “Where is he? If she has Trevor, then where is he?” I address Crystal. “You’ve seen him before, right?”

“Only a few times. Honestly, I’m not sure I’d be able to recognize him.”

“Well, I can,” Jess affirms again. “It’s not Trevor.”

“Because you think it’s Jackson!” I scream. “And it’s not!” My throat is raw. “I can’t do this. I literally can’t do this.” I lurch toward my front door, pain throbbing from the base of my spine to my heels, and grab my cane. I leave my friends, the baby, even my phone.