It had been two days since she received the fateful call from Chance. Police officials were still investigating. Everyone was certain that the call would be traced, and Chance would be found. Shay didn't care, though. She hadn't moved from the spot she was currently sitting on in days. Her knees were to her chest, her arms around her legs. Nick had tried numerous times to come in contact with her, but she refused to see or talk to him. Shay felt so defeated, so lost. She knew what Chance had said was his twisted way of manipulating her. She hated that he had that sort of power over her. She couldn't help feeling the way she did. Her life wasn't simple anymore.

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