Sneak Peak - All the Missing Pieces by Catherine Cowles

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USA Today bestseller, Catherine Cowles, has a sneak peek for All the Missing Pieces, coming January 7th, 2025!

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“𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑.”

𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛.

“𝑊𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐽𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒.”

𝐻𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑤, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑙𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎’𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑝𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑑. “𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑. 

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

“𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎,” 𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑝 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑. “𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”

𝐼 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝑆𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡. “𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒.”

𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒, 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒. “𝐻𝑖. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑎𝑛.”

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑦?” 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑.

“𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝐴𝐶. 𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒.”

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑. “𝐼’𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑠.”

𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑝’𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑. 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔. “𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑’𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒.”

𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑗𝑜𝑏. 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜-𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒-𝑓𝑜𝑟-ℎ𝑖𝑠-𝑜𝑤𝑛-𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.

𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒?”

𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼’𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝐶. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ.

𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ. “𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒.”

“𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎…”

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟.

“𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,” 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑡. “𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟.”

“𝐼 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡,” 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.

𝐼 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘.

𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡.”

𝑀𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚. “𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑛, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘.”

𝐻𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑓’𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡. “𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑.”

𝐼 𝑔𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡.”

“𝐼𝐷 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.”

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