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Chapter 121 — A Small, Correct Answer

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Donald

The glass sat untouched on the table where he'd left it.

Just gone eleven. No pause. No glance at her own phone to check. He turned the two words over again, the same way he'd turned them over three times already since she'd gone up.

He picked up the glass and drank from it for the first time all evening.

Upstairs, a floorboard creaked once and went still.

Your mother will have my head.

He hadn't planned to say it. It had simply arrived, easy as anything, while he was rebuilding a tower
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