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Chapter 45: Milo Moves

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MILO

I had given her eleven days since the library conversation where Caden had told her to stay.

Eleven days was generous. I was a generous man, in the specific way that a careful man was generous, which was not with affection but with time. I gave people the time they needed to arrive at the thing themselves before I required them to arrive at it in front of me. This was a technique I had learned from watching Caden and refining it into my own methodology.

Twenty-three days in total since she
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