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Chapter 22
I enter the house as I listen to Adam drive off. Immediately I'm bombarded by my mom. She comes out of nowhere and takes me down the hall, her hand gripped tightly on my arm as her eyes watch for grandma. I can hear her in the kitchen; it's nearly dinner time. My mom ignores my questioning whispers and brings me into her bedroom. She closes and locks the door behind us.
"Why did you leave?" She asks lowly. "Y-You went off with that guy without asking. You can't do that."
I straighten myself up. "I had to talk to him about everyone finding out. It's not that big of a deal. It's just Adam."
"It's not just Adam. I don't know Adam. For all I know, Adam is some freak monster luring you in to kill you and eat you."
"So you bel
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