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I’m frozen, staring after him, but before I can do something stupid like storming over there, Jay grabs my shoulders, shaking his head firmly.

“No, Sloane,” he says quietly. “Don’t. It’s not worth it.”

He leads me out to the patio, away from the suffocating air inside. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me. My voice is shaky as I finally speak.

“I