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“What about—” He stops, shaking his head. “You know what? Never mind.”

“Tell me.”

“They’re keeping you… adopting you?”

I frown and roll onto my back. “No. Dad still has custody.”

“You don’t think he’d forfeit his rights?”

“I don’t know if I want him to.” That would be the last straw. Dad giving up on me—willingly, after everything else that’s happened.

“He’s in prison, Margo.” Caleb’s voice is hard. “Why do you still care about him?”

This is the first time we’ve talked about him, and all the animosity Caleb used to throw at me is now back in his voice. I barely suppress a shiver.

“He’s my dad.”

He grunts.

“Caleb?”

“Come here,” he says.

I turn back on my side, and we face each other. His finger runs up my arm, over my shoulder and along my neck. His thumb brushes my pulse point. Slowly, he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

My heart flutters.

“Sleep,” he orders. After a long moment, he adds, “We’ll discuss the pitfalls of your father later.”

That doesn’t sound good.

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Caleb

Early morning, Margo’s phone buzzes. It wakes me out of a sound sleep.

My eyes snap open. Her cheek is pressed against my biceps, her arm slung across my chest. Her legs are tangled with mine. Slowly, I reach out and feel for her phone.

Unknown: Do your foster parents know Caleb sneaks into your room at night?

Unknown: That he fucks you while they sleep down the hall?

What the hell?

Another text comes through while I’m holding her phone.

Unknown: There are things you need to know about the Asher family, Sheep. Things only I can tell you. Do you know who you’re letting into your bed?

Rage coils in my throat. I want to yell, to throw the phone. I had a hunch who Unknown is—I’ve had a hunch since she mentioned the texts to Coach. But this flagrant disregard for their lives has my blood boiling.

Me: I don’t know who you are, but I will find you and put an end to this.

Silence.

I delete the whole thread. Margo doesn’t need to see this kind of filth on her phone. Unknown is getting out of control, and I’m going to put an end to it.

Unknown: Hello, Caleb.

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