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Reese

I''m wearing out the carpet in the living room pacing back and forth when Drake re- emerges. I can’t take my eyes off him. The look on his face is unlike anything I’ve seen on anybody before. He is so livid his eyes are practically shooting sparks. His mouth is

clamped tightly with steely determination, and there’s a white ring around his mouth. Uh oh, something big is about to go down. What did we expect, though, when we invited someone as hot- headed as Drake to find out that he’s been lied to his entire life?

“Do you have a car?” he asks through clenched teeth.

I look at him blankly for a second. A car? Then I nod quickly. “Yes.”

He marches over to me, grabs my hand, and starts dragging me along with him.

“What are you doing?” I protest, even though a part of me loves the feeling of his hot flesh against mine again.

“Come on. I need your help.” “To do what?” I ask.

“To take me to my father.”

I feel a cold sensation rush up and down my body.

“I need to go over there now,” he s