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Chapter 44
"Oh, Vivianne, hi," I say as I come down the stairs. "You didn't tell me you were already on your way over."
She walks from the front door, past Adam, and toward me. I can immediately tell that they spoke, but I have no idea for how long or about what. Adam watches me. I give Vivianne a quick hug but maintain eye contact with him. There's a sense of anger building inside of me, and I have to snuff it before it catches and ignites me from the inside, burning until there's nothing left. I desperately want to know what he told her; I'm sure it has to do with keeping me in the house—or maybe he warned her about my mood.
"Well, I'm here now," she says lightly. "I'm sure we have plenty to talk about, right?"
I force a smile and Adam says, "I'll be back in a few hours
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