"Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we truly are."  Arthur Golden

Bradley stared at the teenage boy in front of her.  Her cell phone was somewhere in the grass.  She was alone, in the dark, with one of the stalkers and he was accusing her best of friend of being his enemy.  None of it made sense. 

“I have to find my phone,” she finally said.  Was it possible that he would just turn around and walk away? 

“I’ll help you,” Brody said in his rugged voice.  There was not a chance he was just going to leave.  Bradley walked towards the corner and got her on hands and knees trying to feel the phone in...

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