Kenna’s nightmare may not have been real, but it still had the desired effect on her. For months she’d been leaving fake trails for her family, trying to prolong the inevitable, and knowing now that Sam would stand by her, she wanted more than ever to keep them away. Kenna didn’t want to find out what they’d do to anyone she was involved with. When she heard the door to her apartment open, she leaned over and peered down the hallway, smiling at the familiar blonde. “Hey, baby.”














