Chapter Twelve

I was six hours into a ten-hour shift at the café when Principal Raymond walked through the door. It was two days before Christmas, and I was working all the contacts I had in a desperate attempt to find the perfect gift for Knox. The funny thing about my life—I hardly had friends, but I had all the contacts anyone could need. The words I’ve got a guy came from my mouth at least once a day, but I had a feeling my guy would be hard-pressed to find what I was searching for. It was a long-shot I was willing to bet on, because his gift had to mean something. It had to be special. If I was lucky and my antique-dealer friend was worth his salt, the gift I hoped to give Knox would be more than a Christmas gift. It would also be a parting gift, something to make up for the path of destruction I had carved into his life.

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