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Chapter Eight: What It Was Always About

Author: Nicholeta
last update publish date: 2026-06-10 13:14:16

#LENA

He is already at the table when I arrive.

Small place off campus. Not Common Grounds. Somewhere without Westbrook eyes, which tells me he thought about the location before he suggested it. He has two coffees and a closed notebook and the look of someone who has been sitting with something heavy long enough that it has started to show on his face.

I sit down. I do not touch the coffee yet.

"Talk," I say.

He opens the notebook. He turns it toward me. Inside are dates, names, numbers, w
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