Page 189 of Between the Blue

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It goes straight to voicemail.

Not even a ring.

I pull the phone away from my face. Look at it. Wonder if she blocked me.

Tell myself, regardless, I should take it as a sign.

I drop my skates off and am back in my car within the minute.

I pull out of the parking lot and make it to the first stop sign.

I wait for a second. Turn my head to the left. Then the right.

Left takes me home.

Right takes me to her house.

I turn right.

And before I know it, I’m pulling into her driveway.

It looks exactly the same. But it feels different. I can’t explain it.

I’m out of my car and at her front door before I can stop myself.

Because I know if I stop myself, if I don’t see this through, it may drive me crazy for the rest of my life.

I knock once.

No one answers.

I knock a second time.

Still nothing.

I take a step back. Let it sink all in. Snap out of whatever weird fucking trance I’ve been in all day. Tell myself to get it together.

I turn to leave.

And then I hear the door open.

“Bennett?”

fifty

HER

“Addison!”

Ben’s voice echoes in my ear as the final few seconds of the game tick down.

My knees are shaking with anticipation.

I’m ready to bolt.

I wanted to bolt two hours ago.

But I have a job to do.

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