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love with Ronaldo. It’s possible Frank blamed Gigi for John’s behavior and

the fact that he was losing his friend to a dangerous addic on.

“Just one more ques on,” I barter, sensing her need to hang up. She

called to ask about Thanksgiving dinner and got roped into an honest

conversa on with her daughter. “Do you remember Nana going up in the

a

c all the me? Do you know why she did?”

“Yeah. That was where she’d go for alone me when I was a kid. I don’t

know the reason why, she had only ever said that’s where she went to

think. We were never allowed up there. Why do you ask?”

My heart plummets to my stomach as an unwanted thought intrudes.

I don’t feel comfortable telling her what I found. So instead, I shrug and

say, “I thought I remembered her going up there a lot, too, but couldn’t be

sure. Just curious.”

“Okay, well, if that’s all, I have to cook dinner for your father. I’ll text you

the details,” she says.

“Bye,” I grumble before hanging up the phone.

“What did she say?” Daya asks so ly, but I know what she’s really asking.

What did my mother say to make me look so damn wounded.

I scoff. “She thought I might’ve pros tuted myself to Mark.”

Her mouth drops, but she quickly picks it back up. “That’s terrible,

Addie. I’m so sorry,” she apologizes, her face twis ng with empathy. Daya’s

always had a wonderful family, but she’s been around long enough to

understand what growing up with my mother is like.

I wave a hand. “She’s said worse.”

“What did she say about Frank?”

I reiterate everything Mom told me, and when I’m done, she just stares

at me with wide eyes. I got the same reac on a er I told her what I found

out from Mark about Ronaldo and John.

“All I know is Gigi started a lot of shit by falling in love with Ronaldo,” I

finish on a sigh.

Daya rolls her lips. “Speaking of stalkers… are you not going to tell your

mom about Zade?”

I shoot her a look. “That’s like asking if I’m going to tell her about how

one me, I let a guy fingerbang me in the middle of a concert.”

She snorts. “Yeah, okay, you win that one.” Hesita on flashes across her

green eyes, and I know the ques on that’s coming. I straighten my spine,

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