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her.
    “Wait,” he finally managed, but it was too late. Chloe had disappeared into the woods.
    He could go after her, but his legs wouldn’t move.
    Running his hand through his hair, he looked at the house he’d built.
    All those times when he and Chloe had talked about their dream house by the river, he had a thought in the back of his mind. Once he had the money, he would build the house for her.
    Though he was angry with her for leaving without a word, he still went through with it.
    He wasn’t sure why.
    He’d only been here twice in eight years, once when it was first built and now.
    When he first built the house, he never thought it would be so hard to be here without Chloe.
    He stared at the woods. He couldn’t believe he’d allowed her to walk out of his life again, but what else could he do?
    He was a nobody now.
    Any day, the news would be released to the public.
    It would be better for Chloe not to have someone like him in her life.
    He rubbed his hand against his throat where a sudden dryness was causing his throat to itch.

Chapter Three

    Chloe barely held back her groan when she opened the door to see Frank Cumming.
    The problem with small towns.
    “Hi, Chloe, I’m not sure if you remembered me.”
    Oh, she remembered him all right, along with all the nasty things he’d said about her.
    “I’m Frank.”
    She continued looking up at him, refusing to partake in the conversation he was steering her into. She’d never spoken to Frank before. All of their interactions were one-sided, with Frank yelling something stupid and ridiculous in her face each time they passed each other in school.
    “Don’t remember?” Frank scratched his head at her prolonged silence. “We went to school together.”
    She was certain Frank wanted something from her, probably something about a song. He was wasting his time, though; she wasn’t going to do any favor for him.
    One of her hand had remained behind the door, and she was about to slam it close when Frank slapped his hand against it. The sudden action, coupled with the sudden blinding light created from the sound, startled her.
    “I heard you’re a songwriter now.”
    She took a deep breath and put more force on the door, but Frank’s hand kept the door right where it was. She glared up at him, still refusing to speak.
    “What? You’re just going to stay silent? Looks like nothing’s changed.”
    That thought was mutual.
    “Look.” Frank ran his hand through his hair. “My band and I created a demo.”
    “Not interested.”
    “So you do have a voice.”
    She rolled her eyes and took a step back. She was determined to close the door this time, even if she had to press her entire body weight against it to do so, but Frank curled his hand under her arm and jerked her toward him.
    “Look, just because you had a hit, doesn’t give you the right to be arrogant.”
    She tried to pry her arm from his hand, but he tightened his fingers, pressing deeper into her arms. She kept her face straight, not allowing herself to show any pain. “And what gave you the right to be arrogant? Your brute strength? What are you going to do? Shout horrible things at me until I promise to listen to your demo?”
    “Listen, you crazy—”
    “I’m not crazy.”
    Frank scoffed. “Your own parents sent you to the loony bin.”
    She clenched her jaws to stop herself from shouting. The last thing she needed was to prove him right. “I’m not crazy.”
    “Let her go.”
    Chloe recognized the voice immediately.
    Frank looked over his shoulder and laughed. He released her hand and took a step toward Christopher. “Or what?”
    “Leave her alone.”
    Chloe pulled in her lower lip and turned to look into the house. She scanned the living room, searching for something she could use to defend herself or help Christopher.
    A pop from behind her made her turn around, and she found Frank lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.
    “Are you okay?” Christopher asked.
    She