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when a man suddenly appeared in front of her. “Carter, stop!” he yelled.
    She gasped. His face was so familiar but she didn’t know him.
    Carter didn’t hesitate this time. She saw a gun holstered close to his chest, and after a quick move her father had taught her, she had it in her hands, pointed straight at his face. “Get back!” she yelled frantically.
    “Carter, baby, stop. It’s me. Mickey,” he said with his hands up, walking slowly toward her.
    She needed him to stop— because for some reason, she didn’t want to hurt him any more than the other men.
    “Carter, just listen to me. You shouldn’t be out of bed. You need to be resting. This is too much for you.”
    “I said, get back!” she screamed. The other men finally caught up, and they had her surrounded.
    She pointed the gun at all of them, hoping to God they would just let her go. She couldn’t think, and she was so close to breaking down. She felt lost. Her entire body shook with fear, and she could barely hold the weapon straight.
    “Carterina, put the gun down,” the boss said calmly, while attempting to catch his breath.
    Carter’s body tensed, and her eyes widened. “Wh-what did you just call me?” She couldn’t believe it. Her father was the only one who knew her name.
    “I called you by your name, child. Carterina Anastacia Stone,” he replied.
    Carter’s panic showed on her face. Her heart beat quickened, and her breathing became labored. “Who told you that? My father wouldn’t tell anyone my name!”
    “Carterina, you must come back inside now. This isn’t good for you. Let us take you home.”
    “This isn’t my home!” Carter screamed as tears filled her eyes. How dare they try to convince her that this place was hers? It was torture. They were trying to make her believe their bullshit, and then they would hurt her.
    The man moved forward. “It is your home, Carterina.”
    “I said get away from me! Stop calling me that. You don’t know me.”
    He moved forward again slowly.
    “Stop!” she screamed, but there was a desperate plea in her voice as tears began to run down her face. She needed him to do as she said because there was no way in hell she could kill him. She just didn’t understand why.
    “Carterina, please give me the gun,” he said lovingly.
    Carter shook her head frantically. “Stop talking to me like that.”
    “Like what, child?”
    Carter sniffled, “Like you care,” she whispered. This was the last thing she needed right now. It was too much.
    “I do care for you, Carterina. I love you like you were my own daughter.”
    Carter searched his eyes for dishonesty, but they indicated he was telling the truth. But he couldn’t be. For a moment, she just stared into his eyes and thought about his words. He had called her
child.
The way he said it was familiar— his voice was familiar. But Carter was absolutely positive she didn’t know the man.
    “That’s not possible. I don’t know you,” Carter said softly.
    “Yes, you do, sweetheart. We are your family.”
    “Bullshit.” Carter snapped again. “My family’s dead … I saw it happen.”
    “I know you did,” he said sadly.
    Carter had an overwhelming urge to trust him. His tone was loving and fatherly. He looked at her the same way her father did when he would try to calm her. His eyes were filled with concern and love. Carter was trying to understand, but she still couldn’t.
    “Pl-please stop. I don’t … I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, pointing the gun at him.
Why was she crying?
This wasn’t like her. Carter had been tear-free for the last five years— ever since her father had died. “Just let me go. Please. I don’t want to hurt any of you. Please—”
    “Why, Carterina? Why don’t you want to hurt us?” he asked, trying to stir her memory. “I know you can remember, sweetheart. You know that you know us— you just don’t understand how. We can help you if you just give us the chance, okay.”
    Carter