Amanda never planned on having dinner with Travis anyway, so when he left with Leila, she just walked off on her own.
She was on her way home, minding her own business, when she spotted a pharmacy and paused outside. After a second’s thought, she went in.
“Hi, can I get a box of birth control pills?” she asked the cashier.
Truth was, Amanda had zero interest in sleeping with Travis. But with him, you never knew when he’d lose it. Last night was so bad he’d even brought out a ball gag, like something straight out of a porno. Who knew what stunt he’d pull next? Better to be safe than sorry. The last thing she wanted was to leave this place with more baggage—like a baby.
The pharmacist, masked and efficient, handed over a box. Amanda paid, stuffed the box in her bag, and headed for the door, not realizing someone familiar was watching her from across the store.
Just as she was about to step outside, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned and found herself face-to-face with a smug grin.
“Stocking up on birth control? What, Travis won’t let you have his baby?” the girl teased.
Amanda’s eyebrows arched in surprise. Peyton.
She's Leila’s half-sister.
Peyton’s mom was Leila’s stepmother, but Peyton was actually two months older than Leila. A stepmom who’d waited years to finally marry into the family was never going to be kind to her predecessor’s kids. Poor Leila—her health had never recovered from all the years her stepmother made her life hell.
And in families like theirs, where there’s a stepmom, a horrible dad usually follows.


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