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thin line. “That’s what I thought,” I muttered. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
     
    Jenny didn’t resist as I took her elbow and escorted her up the front walkway. It had been made from tiles of concrete but most of them were broken and shattered by now. A rage was filling me, my whole body. Jenny. Jennifer Foster. They were the same girl.
     
    I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I’d seen Jenny. It was the night I’d taken her home on her eighteenth birthday. We’d fought—she wanted to stay out, but I was worried about facing the wrath of her parents. They’d always hated me, but now that she was an adult, I wanted to make a good impression. After all, I loved their daughter more than anything. I loved Jennifer Foster more than life itself. But I never got the chance to make amends.
     
    “Jenny! Jenny!” Jenny’s mother ran down the driveway and wrapped her in a bony hug, holding her at arm’s length and looking over her thin, lithe frame.
     
    Her father followed close behind. “Just where the hell do you think you’ve been?”
     
    “Daddy, I’m fine!” Jenny protested. She twisted out of her mother’s arms and looked at me. “Tristan’s been taking care of me.”
     
    “I bet he has,” Jenny’s mother simpered in a nasal tone. “Tristan, thank you, kindly leave my family alone now.”
     
    “No!” Jenny cried. “I’m an adult! Mum, Daddy, Tristan is my boyfriend! We love each other!”
     
    “Jenny, stop,” Jenny’s father said. He pressed a hand against his forehead and I guessed he was struggling with a hangover. “Enough of this nonsense,” he said. “Young man, thank you for bringing my daughter home. I assume we won’t be seeing you again.”
     
    “No!” Jenny cried again. She twisted away from her parents’ grip and ran over to me. “Tristan is my love!” she cried loudly. “Why don’t you see that?”
     
    I blinked, coming back to reality. The memories were too painful. Jenny was silent as I guided her inside. There was a pretty young woman, who I assumed was the babysitter, and a young boy with brown hair and blue eyes. I blinked.
     
    It was just like seeing a ghost.
     
     

Chapter Six
    Jenny
     
     
    I was still drunk, but standing in the foyer and staring at the man standing next to Phin, my blood ran cold. No, it couldn’t be him. I shook my head in disbelief. When I opened my eyes, the resemblance was still there, and it was stronger than ever.
     
    The man who had saved my life, who had taken me to a bar and tried to seduce me in public, was none other than Tristan. Tristan Mayer. My first love. My only love. After Tristan, I’d never loved again. Sure, I’d gone on the odd date here and there. I’d even had another boyfriend or two. But no one serious, no one who lasted for more than a couple of months. It was impossible. But it’s not impossible, my mind insisted. He’s right there. That’s him, alright .
     
    A new shiver when through me when I realized who he was. Did he know who I was? Was that why he had grabbed the necklace? My heart started pounding against the walls of my chest as I recalled the angry look on his face while we were standing outside. He knew. He must have known, ever since I told him that a boy had given me that necklace all those years ago. Eight, to be precise. Phin’s exact age.
     
    I cursed myself for not having asked for his name. What are you, stupid? I thought, burning with embarrassment inwardly. I’d draped myself all over him like some kind of biker slut! But then again, I hadn’t been able to resist him. I’d never been able to resist Tristan. Not eight years ago, and not now. Even though I didn’t mind living like a nun most of the time, Tristan brought my most hidden desires out onto the surface. It was like part of me had been dead since I’d said goodbye to him, and that part of me wasn’t ever going to wake up again. But seeing him had rekindled it. And now, I felt it stronger than