Page 87 of Stay with Me

“You must be the rash—”

“Austy, what’s going on?” I said, cutting her off.

She shook her head as though clearing cobwebs. “Right, right. Um, you have a visitor and I don’t think it’s the welcome kind.”

I frowned. “Okay, but why is everyone here?”

“They have a few choice words to say to her but she’s sort of barricaded herself in your house. Refuses to come out.”

“What in the...”

And then I saw her, face pressed up against the front windows, waving at me.

Riane.

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