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"They could be unrelated, though."

I shrug.

“I thought about that, and I’m not

willing to rule anything out at the

moment.”

I hand him a cup of coffee, and we

settle at the kitchen island. "What I cannot

figure out is why Chelsea, if this has

something to do with me. Wouldn't my

family be a more likely target?" I furrow

my brows. "God forbid," I say quickly.