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intense for a while and I wasn’t sure that either of them was going to leave that roof. Fent flipped and left before Frank asked me to leave the company. I ran after him but, Phoebe…” I can’t continue. It’s too painful to relive his words. How do I explain I’m a fool? Then he left his cryptic note. I’m so confused.
    “What Piper? You can’t leave me hanging.”
    “That’s what he did to me, Phoebe. He left me hanging.” That’s it. That’s all I can tell her. She is going to have to take my word for it.
    “What do you mean he left you hanging?”
    “I can’t talk anymore, Phoebe. I have to meet Liam.”
    “What? Why? I am so confused, Pipe. What’s going on?”
    I place my hands on hers and close my eyes. “Phoebe, when I get home, I promise I’ll give you more detail but I need some answers before I can understand what is going on. Please just bare with me.” She nods and sits back against the sofa. I thank the Lord for her silence and that she doesn’t press me further. I squeeze her hand one last time before I run to my room.

Chapter Two
    Piper
    Once I close the door behind me, I lean against it and let the stress from the day take me; the tears are pouring and my head is beginning to pound. I could kill Fent for this, or Frank. Where ever the blame lies. Honestly, they probably couldn’t even tell you when this feud began. I mean clearly it began with the death of his brother but after that, there was so much pain and anger that things just spiraled out of control without either of them knowing it was happening.
    Shaking any further thought from my mind, I get up and begin moving toward my closet to find some fresh clothes. I will probably burn these once I have them off just for the sheer fact they represent such a stressful time. Now that I think about it, I’m glad that Fent was only here a few times as I wouldn’t be able to be in this room if more had happened. It’s bad enough I will now have two notes from him to store in my nightstand. I laugh at that thought because I never pictured Fent for a note writer. He struck me as the type to tell me anything he needed to say in person. I find it strange that with every other aspect of his life he has so much confidence. I can’t think of a better person to lead a construction site and he knows that to be true. The man I met at the bar could pick up any girl he wanted and from what I understand, he did…often. Yet when it comes to me, why are there times he feels he needs to write his feelings out instead of calling me or waiting until he is with me? I don’t get it.
    I finally find some shorts to pull on and step into some flips flops before pulling a brush through my hair. I cringe at the refection staring back at me and decide I should splash some cold water on my face to take the red puffiness away. I don’t want to alarm Liam even though I think he probably knows what is happening.
    After getting myself pulled together, I am out of my apartment in fifteen minutes. The traffic is light this evening and I am thankful because I am not really in the mood to deal with it. I will miss Fenton chauffeuring me around. The stress of getting lost at any moment is sometimes so overwhelming. He made my life so much easier in so many different ways. I have to stop this line of thinking as I need to keep the tears in. Although the situation is somewhat dire, I don’t want to break down in front of Liam. I need to be strong if I want to have any chance of getting some answers.
    There are no parking places on the street in front of the café, so I drive down to the lot about a block down, which happens to be directly in front of Fent’s bar.  All the lights in the windows are off and there isn’t the usual crowd out front. I briefly wonder why none of his staff is running his place while he is gone when I realize the chick who was with him earlier is his bartender. I knew she looked familiar. Now my mind is racing with hundreds of new