ng hand w

loe, pressed against Caleb Hayes, the pop-country star she managed. His ar

eo went

. A girl with crazed eyes screamed his name. Then she threw something

just water

fade. But the nerve damage in my hand was

clip. Chloe walked in, smelling of expensive perfu

her keys on

y stunt, Ryan. For

at my ban

ew acid at

ooked over, h

dramatic. It's not like you w

emical. I felt nothing. Just a holl

to talk

walking towards the bedr

conversation was already o

e couch, staring at the ceiling, my useless hand thro

ning, I call

t a di