tanding in the cold, soundproo

persona

't the one

air I had occupied for years, her face bru

. His face was a mask of insane, focused grief. He wasn't the co

gly calm. "I had the doctors at the clinic send me your files. T

. "You lied. You did it jus

ou, Ethan! She was in the way

ere was never an 'us.' You were a tool. A place

iers. "She's gon

she's

the total silence of the

eyes wide with disbelief. He saw me standi

d into something I hadn't seen in ye

pliers clattering to the f

hands outstretched. "You cam

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