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15. The Sister

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SOFIA

Rafe didn't show up at the gym for six more days after that. I wondered if he'd left the gym, or if he was out of town. Maybe after talking to me, he'd figured out who I was and decided to stay away. Or maybe he was sick. Or injured.

These thoughts and a million others kept floating around in my head, and I kept wondering what exactly was going on. There was no sign of him or Adrian, and I was beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong.

I kept an eye on Rafe's social media, trying to figure out where he was. But apart from a few shirtless pictures in nondescript places, it was impossible to figure out if he was in town or not. By the fifth shirtless post, I realized he probably just had a backlog of old pictures that he was posting regularly. It was probably just a tactic meant to throw people off his scent, and conceal his current location.

I had to switch up my strategy. Since I knew exactly where the DeLuca mansion was, I decided to take my endeavors outside the gym.
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