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Paperback
First published August 27, 2019
We don’t talk about next week. We exist only in the now and tomorrow, right here.





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["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“The blonde with him was a looker. Supermodel skinny with legs for days.”
“Since you didn’t seem too happy about running into me,” I say finally, “I’m wondering why you’re here.”
On top of the dresser is a shiny black dish holding a single ring: a gold band.
“I know her,” Roxy says, snapping her fingers as she racks her brain. “Tatiana Cherlin.”
Roxy catches my eye. “She’s the blonde I saw at Garrett’s house just after he moved in. I thought she looked familiar, but I didn’t place her until just now.”
“He’s not our son, Teagan. He’s not our David. David’s dead.”
She frowns. “When you didn’t put up a fight, I figured you were done.”


