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Ch. 53 Stealing a Golf Cart

ผู้เขียน: Jon Klement
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I wanted to believe the worst was over. That getting J out of that train station alive was the win I’d been fighting for. But I knew better. The game wasn't over—just between rounds.

J sat beside me on the underused transit shuttle I’d commandeered from a maintenance line. He didn’t say much. Didn’t cry. Just stared at the cracked floor like it owed him something. I knew that look. Grief diluted with shock. A cocktail I’d tasted too many times.

We arrived at the Underdenver hospital before long. The place had been carved into the side of a long-decommissioned DUMB medical outpost. Sterile concrete walls softened by years of community. This was home for J. He’d been born here. Raised here. His mother, Lisa, had worked here until she passed. X had converted her old administrator’s apartment into a home for the two of them.

It wasn’t just a building. It was memory. The nurses doted on him. The custodians brought him snacks. Doctors taught him things no kid should know. This was the one s
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