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What if she wasn’t as good as she needed to be?

What if she let the people she loved down?

Now, she had ties, and that was terrifying for a woman who had always been on her own, running from a past that had damaged her.

Yeah, someone had some issues, and there was no doubt she needed about fifty rounds of therapy to work through them.

She.

Was.

Crazy.

Instead of trying to psychoanalyze herself, she was going to go grab some dinner like all of the other tourists in Salem and call it a night.

Maybe everything would be clearer tomorrow.

That was all she could hope.

At some point, her hiding spot would no longer be a secret as the family tried to hunt her down to check on her well-being.

Pulling on a coat, she checked her red wig to make sure she didn’t look the same. Aly added some glasses that were not prescription, but changed her face enough that she could go unrecognized.

Old habits die hard.

That was for damn sure.

Slipping on her shoes, she headed out, locking the door behind her.

Aly always rented an upstairs apartment.

ALWAYS.

Why?

The bottom line was simply this. They were harder to breach.

For her, she craved safety, and maybe that was why she was struggling so hard. Her whole life, she’d never been safe, and now, she absolutely was.

It.

Was.

Weird.

No, it was actually surreal.

Be careful what you wished for because it just might come true and then you wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it.

That was her new motto.

God.

She needed that on a t-shirt to be a constant reminder.

Heading out, she was walking down the cobblestone street that added charm and mystery to an already enigmatic town. The sun was already down, and out of nowhere, she felt that awareness.

Uh-oh.

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