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Abby had driven Braelyn’s car before. Millions of times. She didn’t have a car of her own any longer. She’d borrowed Braelyn’s whenever she’d needed it. Will was coming, and he had her dad. He was helping her dad down the steps. To the car.

Abby opened the driver’s door. Hayden was there, to help his own dad.

She never thought she’d be grateful to see her brother’s stupid friends. But there were four of them, and Will. They could keep her and her dad safe from Bruce Tyler.

That man was the man of nightmares. “Daddy, hurry. Let’s get into the car. We’ll take you to the hospital. Get you better.”

“No! There will be too many questions,” her dad rasped out. He sounded so old, and he looked even older than his sixty-five years in the low porch light. “About why Tyler was after us in the first place. Just get us to the house, baby girl. I have money put back. I’ve been keeping it, in case we had to run, for a while. Since…Preston was arrested.”

Abby barely bit back a sob. She didn’t want to leave Masterson. She’d had plans. Real ones. For a good life. Maybe not with Fletcher, but maybe she’d still be able to be in one of Hunter Louis Clark’s movies…she didn’t want to leave Braelyn or her other friends. Her home. Even her job at the inn. “Where will we even go?”

“Does it even matter?” Will asked. “Dad will be safe. Let’s go. Hayden, are you coming with us or not? It’s Toby and those other idiots, or your dad, man. You decide.”

Abby looked at the other man as he handed her brother a gun. A real gun. She had been in the same class with Hayden. She had known him her entire life. “Hurry. We need to leave before Bruce comes back.”

“There he is!” that guy Toby shouted.

Her brother grabbed her and pushed her to the car. “Get in.”

“Go. I’m gonna grab my truck,” Hayden said. Hayden put her dad and his in the back seat. Abby climbed into the passenger seat. As Will took the driver’s seat.

And drove them away from her family legacy forever.

Abby really had nothing but her dad and her brother left.