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KAYDEN Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with? You haven’t texted me back in two hours, Kayden. You better fucking do that before I stab you. Pick up the phone. Seriously, where are you? Not on campus or at the archery range or in the chess club or shopping for coffee beans. Not in the house either. I swear to fuck, if you don’t answer, I’m going to slice your goddamn face open. Okay, not the face. Where the fuck are you?!!! KAYDE!! Okay, then. I’ll go find better company T he better company is apparently some girl from school. Not Morgan, but another one. Blonde and pretty—another version of Cherry, who I thought we got rid of. I’m watching him from the corner of the coffee shop as he laughs along with something she says and allows her to put her arm around his shoulders. Yes, they’re with a group of friends, but she still has her arm around him. And he’s not removing it. I slide a hand in my pocket to stop myself from barging in there and somehow breaking that arm. As th