Wyatt’s POV“They’ll come back.”She let that settle for a second, then she turned to look at me. “We need to report it. The police need to know about this.”“Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s where we’re going.”“Now?” she asked, her brows pulled together.“If you’re okay with it.”She looked out the window for a moment, and I could see her thinking it through. She looked back at me seconds later. “Okay. Let’s go.”I drove to the police station that had handled Daniel’s case, where the Detective Morris was assigned.Avery sat quietly beside me, looking outside the window at first, but I could tell her mind wasn’t on the street. She was thinking, a little shaken, turning things over in her head.“Hey,” I said, not taking my eyes off the road.She turned slightly. “Hmm?”“Don’t get ahead of it,” my voice stayed even. “We don’t know what it is yet.”She let out a deep breath, looking back outside the window. “Someone is outside my apartment, watching me, Wyatt.”“I know.” “But we are handling
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