Blowing out a breath, I eye the front of Hansâs house.
Iâm pretty sure heâs home since I havenât seen him leave since I snuck out of his bed this morning. And I know I shouldnât bother him. Iâve done enough of that already. Butâ¦
I glance back at my car and bite my lip.
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