Chapter 125

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• The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and something sweet Sophie had been baking earlier, though I hadn’t touched a bite. I sat at the small round table in the kitchen, elbows propped on the surface, hands tangled in my hair. The weight of what Dave had told me pressed like iron against my chest, and I couldn’t seem to draw a full breath.
• My mother had been gone long before I thought she had. Years before my father. And my father. God, my father, had vanished somewhere between leaving Blackwood Enterprises and the crash that killed Nathaniel’s parents.