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Chapter Seventeen: Closer Than Professional

Author: Opey Lux
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 21:57:07

I had not planned this.

I had sat at my desk for an hour after the line went dead, staring at the phone, trying to figure out what to say to a woman who had just heard me admit everything and then lost me to a call I never got to explain. I had written three messages and deleted all three. Nothing fit. Nothing matched the size of what was needed saying.

So I stopped trying to write it.

I picked up food instead — the Thai place on Renfield Street, the one she used to order from at eleven at nigh
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