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Chapter 67: The Necklace

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Ryan

I hear her before I see her.

Footsteps on the path outside, fast and uneven, the footsteps of someone not paying attention to where they’re going because they’re too busy holding themselves together. I know those footsteps. I have known them since we were nine years old.

I have gotten used to them. I know Cain has done something again.

I put down my drink.

She comes through the door without knocking because she never knocks, not here, not with me, and I see her face immediately. The sung
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