Mrs. Hartley

From the direction of Hunter’s gaze, I know he’s talking about Serena.

I move fast.

My heels clack across the asphalt as I walk briskly toward her. I don’t wait. I grab her arm.

“Heyyy,” Serena squeals. “What the hell? Not even a hello, and you’re dragging me away?”

“Just walk,” I mutter.

She stumbl...

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