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Chapter XX

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Palmer POV

Arrow left the apartment before dawn.

No storming, no harsh words — only the sound of leather shoes on marble, the quiet click of the front door shutting behind him. He had a meeting, he’d said. Somewhere uptown. His tone had been smooth, almost indulgent, as though he were doing me a kindness by leaving me a few hours alone.

It should have felt like air rushing into lungs that had been starved.

Instead, the silence pressed in heavier than ever.

I sat at the kitchen table long after he’d gone, staring at the untouched plate of breakfast. Toast gone cold. Eggs rubbery. My appetite had been a ghost for weeks 👻.

The necklace Arrow had given me — diamonds that glittered too brightly under the light — burned against my skin. A gift, a collar, a reminder.

I tugged at it, fingers hesitating. Then slowly, carefully, I unclasped it and set it down on the table.

It was a small act. Pathetic, even. But my chest tightened as though I’d just hurled a brick through one of Arrow’s prist
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