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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: A VISIT FROM THE PAST

Penulis: Vivienne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-19 02:11:35

MAVERICK

Checking the time on my wristwatch, I strolled into the bar. It smelled like old whiskey and regret. Not exactly the location I would’ve chosen to have this conversation, but it wasn’t my call to make.

It was Ryan’s.

Seeing him after ten years had been a huge surprise to me, because he was never supposed to come back.

But he did. And I knew he wasn’t planning to catch up like old buddies.

I sat in the booth near the back, ordering a glass of whiskey while I waited for him to show up. A glass that I wasn’t going to drink.

I hadn’t taken a sip of alcohol in over ten years. Ordering it was just a ritual to me, a reminder of who I used to be and who I refused to become again.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. I shouldn’t be here. Hell, I should not have even been entertaining this.

But, like I said, it wasn’t my call.

The chair across from me scraped against the floor, pulling me out of my thoughts.

It was Ryan.

He was just as I remembered, only a little more grow
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