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Chapter Eighty-Five— Pressure Points

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“My father was in the hospital.”

That was what finally made Adrian look at me.

He did not soften. He did not rise from his chair. He turned it a fraction, just enough to signal attention, the same calibrated movement he used when information mattered but emotion did not. Alert. Focused. Already assembling conclusions.

“What happened?” he asked.

I folded my arms over my stomach, pressing inward as though the pressure might keep everything contained. My hands were still shaking. I knew he could s
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