A week slipped by before Athena finally unlocked her phone and saw a flood of messages from Doris. But from Tyler—nothing.
Anna, too, had stayed silent.
Athena had spent the week holed up in a run-down motel, her eyes raw and swollen from crying. She hadn’t answered any of
Doris’s frantic messages; instead, she dragged herself out of bed and washed her face, moving as if underwater.
She'd barely finished when her phone rang again. Doris’s nflashed on the screen.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Athena!” Doris’s voice screeched through the speaker. “Where the hell have you been? If you keep ignoring my calls, I'm calling
the police!”
Athena winced, her head pounding from days of restless sleep. “What's wrong?”
“What's wrong?” Doris practically exploded. “Do you even realize Tyler has been searching for you everywhere? He called me
dozens of times—he thinks I'm hiding you! You're lucky | haven't lost my mind. Now that your phone's back on, he can track your
number. He'll probably show up soon, so you better figure out what to tell him.”
Athena frowned. What was there to explain to Tyler? He disappeared all the tand she never questioned it—everyone has their
secrets, after all.
She tossed her photo album into her bag, ready to head back to Greenfield, when Tyler appeared out of nowhere.
It had only been a few hours since Doris’s call. Had he flown in by helicopter or something?
Tyler looked thinner than before. The moment he spotted her, he marched straight over and, before she could react, grabbed her
by the chin.
“Athena, you win. You'reing back with me.”
She blinked in confusion. Win what? They hadn’t made any kind of bet, as far as she remembered.
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