Page 245 of No Need to Run

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“This is ridiculous,” I mutter.

Luna yawns.

“Easy for you to judge. You don’t have complicated relationships.”

She rolls onto her side.

“Right. Sorry. Your life is so stressful.” Sarcasm drips from my tone.

Luna is completely unbothered.

I look back at the screen.

Focus on your job.

Do literally anything except think about Violet Quinn.

I type three numbers.

Then delete one because it’s wrong.

I’m distracted. All I can think about is her.

And the nagging worry about the binder and picture in her room.

I should be more freaked out.

And I am.

Mostly.

But then I remember the way she cleaned my wounds.

I sigh, glancing at my phone sitting beside my laptop.

I pick it up.

Set it down.

Then pick it up again.

“Oh my God.”

Luna lifts her head.

“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

She lowers it again.

I unlock my phone and open Violet’s messages.

I type.

Do you want to?—

No.

Delete.

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