The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 250

Franco’s gaze was endless and dark. He stared straight at Petty, but after she asked her question, she went quiet, her eyes meeting his only briefly before she looked away. The rims of her eyes, already red, grew even redder.

The courtyard was so still it felt like the world had paused. Franco’s phone rang out, loud and unexpected, shattering the silence.

He tore his attention from Petty and checked his phone. The number wasn’t saved, but after all this time, he knew it by heart. His eyes turned cold.

That person would never call unless it was serious...

Franco’s hand tightened on the phone. With his jaw set, he headed for the garage and picked up the call without looking back.

Petty stood at the edge of the courtyard, wind tugging at her hair. She heard the low growl of an engine starting up. A navy sports car roared out of the garage, racing past her and out of Misty Vale.

She watched the taillights drift farther and farther away. Her fists clenched at her sides.

Her phone buzzed. Harris had messaged her, just four simple words: I can’t let go.

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A Maybach pulled away from Misty Vale and made its way toward the Byron family home.

Inside, Harris pressed a hand to the bandage covering the gunshot wound on his chest. His face was pale. On his phone, he stared at Petty’s chat pinned at the top. Her profile photo used to be a little clay fox. A few days before he returned home, she’d changed it to a patch of blue sky.

He stared at the screen for a while but knew better than to hope for a reply from her. She wouldn’t answer. He understood her too well.

Finally, he left the chat and pulled up his call history. He found the number from an hour ago and pressed call.

The line rang three times before Laura answered.

Harris watched the nighttime scenery blur by. “Laura, thanks for calling to tell me about Petty.”

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