JENNA’S POVI don’t even know how I did it, but the speed I used to sprint across the room to hit that door put any Fast and Furious movie to shame.My chest rose and fell in heavy heaves as I unlocked the latch, opened the door, and met my dad’s eyes.“Hey, Dad,” I forced out, slapping on a bright, fake smile.He frowned, eyeing me up and down. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”“Oh. Um... I was working out.”His frown deepened. “Why? You look fine the way you are.”“It’s just healthy exercise,” I lied, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. “What did you want to tell me, Dad?”“Well, I texted you that I wanted you downstairs, but you didn’t reply. We need to talk.”“Talk about what?”“Come downstairs and find out.”“Okay, but I need to shower first.”He checked his watch. “You have ten minutes, Jenna.”“Yes, Dad,” I nodded quickly.He turned around and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.I let out a huge breath of relief, closing the door and locking
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