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Chapter 83
Harper
My brother and I were walking on eggshells around each other or it could only be me. He did apologize and I told him I was over it but I was not. I also lied to him that I would stop my writing but I didn’t. He wouldn’t understand why I needed this. It was about my career and more.
I wanted to know the truth. I wanted to uncover the mystery and It would be a shame if someone else got the scoop when I was this close to it. I think it would be unforgivable if I were to land an interview and they know that Kioni Turner was someone I knew. The Gaby Soto puff piece was a dead giveaway. Everyone would piece it together and my chances of being a columnist would be gone.
James has been home lately and cooped up in his room. I knew he was up to something because he kept his door locked. It was making me tingly and curious. I wouldn’t be
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