The Siren Song Series
I reached for my cell phone to call Sutton, realizing not only did I not have my phone, but I didn't have my purse or any money and was sitting on empty.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
With no place to go for comfort, I drove home-my home. The "contract pending" sign in my yard caused bile to rise in my throat. In less than thirty days, this would no longer be my house. I could break the contract, but in reality, it didn't feel like home anymore. Rachel could find me another place to live, perhaps in another county where not everyone would know that I'd been used. Fuck, Dax. Of all the shit he had to announce, I never thought he'd violate that trust. In a haze of irritation and uncertainty, I wandered to
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