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CHAPTER 8
Veronica was sitting upright now, ignoring the pounding pain in her head as she glared belligerently at Sasha.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! J.J. doesn’t... he isn’t...”
She stopped, shaking her head. How could she explain to Sasha of all people, about the thing that drove her, the memories and the fears? As a teenager, she had done so many foolish things and even let down the people who had loved and supported her.
Her involvement with Wayne was something she knew she would always regret. She hadn’t known at the time, of course, just what he was. In her innocent naiveté, Veronica had never guessed that he was anything other than someone who had bought a handful of recreational drugs to pass on to people at rave parties.
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