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Chapter One

Connecticut

Friday, March 13

Kayla

“I’,” Oliver Ryan says as I plod out of my bedroom and start a zombie-walk toward the coffeemaker for a much-needed caffeine boost

“Where to?” It’s too early in theor hitting the gy in all the right places and rocery store?

“Back to London I’ht”

I whirl around to face hiht? Oliver is leaving ood?

His sole, stare back at

My heart falls “What? Why?”

“Shane’s gone” He pulls at the back of his neck and looks away “And it would be best if I didn’t stay”

Best for whom?

Toe after ain May But if Oliver goes, I’ll be utterly alone Yes, I’ hteen and —to Italy Of course I can live alone

But I don’t want to

“You’ll do great,” Oliver murmurs before he turns away

I’m somewhere between shocked and nu I can say or do to change his h my brain They all sound ridiculous