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“Looks like our baby has a secret admirer.”

“What?” he asked, flicking his eyes up to my hands.

Holding out the paper, I flattened the fold so he could read it. Quinn's eyes expanded, lips drawing in, thick lines forming against his forehead.

“Just for you.”Wrinkling my brows, I said, “Wonder who left this here?” The hand written note held few words. But I knew the words held weight, and from the look on Quinn's face, they weren't good.

His skin drained to a nauseous white, eyes scanning around behind his back. Tearing the paper from my hand, he held it tight, crinkling it with anger. “Are you fucking kidding me? This can't be, you said your dad's in prison.”

“He is.”

“So who left this here?”

“What the hell is going on, Quinn? Does this mean something to you?”

I watched his jaw cock to the side, teeth baring down hard. “I don't know what to think, Cadence.” Crumbling the crisp white paper, he balled it up in his palm, still searching all around us.

What... Or who is he looking for?

A fear began to settle deep inside, coiling around my stomach. I had no idea what the hell it was supposed to mean, but from his reaction, it wasn't a good thing.

And that scared me.

Whoever left this here, did it for that reason.

Now my past was resurfacing.

But why?