Dillon’s POV I was gutted. I opened my mouth to speak, but just then, the lights went out. “Come. This way,” I heard Laura whisper in the darkness. I felt her tugging at my pajama shirt. Then I heard a door creak open. I followed her blindly, and when the lights came back on only moments later, we were in a hallway. “I need to go back,” I said. But she shook her head. “No, you need to vent. You need to sort through that text message. And you need to come to terms with the fact that Cassandra did something in Paris that she shouldn’t have done. Do you really want to do all of that in there? With all those people around?” I didn’t. I felt like I was on the verge of tears, as well as on the verge of hitting something. “It’s your best friend’s wedding,” Laura said. “Come for a walk with me. Give yourself a moment to calm down and clear your head. I can’t make you feel better, but I can help you get yo
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