Page 231 of No Need to Run

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The way she could have taken advantage of the fact that I wanted her, but she didn’t.

I close my eyes.

That’s the part I can’t make fit.

The binder feels insane.

Violet doesn’t.

She feels...

I stop the thought before it finishes.

No. I’m not doing this.

I’m not justifying a binder.

A binder, Drew. She has a literal binder on you.

I turn off the shower with more force than necessary.

I need to think logically.

Facts.

Evidence.

That’s what I’m good at.

Fact: Violet knows far too much about me.

Fact: She keeps a binder about my life.

Fact: She had a picture of us beside her bed.

A picture of us that technically wasn’t even us.

I grab a towel and dry my face.

Okay. That sounds bad.

Really bad.

But—

No.

No buts.

Except my brain supplies one anyway.

Fact: Violet has never made me feel like I wasn’t enough.

My grip tightens around the towel.

And that’s the most terrifying fact of all.

I headto the kitchen and make some coffee. I glance at the clock.

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