OSTARA’S POVPeter was pacing again, barefoot on concrete, gun hanging loose in his hand as if it no longer knew what to do with itself. The noise outside had fractured him completely. His thoughts were coming out in pieces now — apologies tangled with threats, memories misfiring, logic collapsing in on itself.“After everything I did for them. The houses, the money, the paid off loans, everything. They won’t even let me use a piece of the land that I GOT THEM.” I didn’t say anything in response. There was nothing to say. I just watched him walk, back and forth, my eyes following him like a pendulum. His eyes flicked to me, searching. “Say something,” he snapped. “You understand, don’t you?”I said nothing.He laughed weakly. “You see it, right? I was right about Marco. Good thing I turned the gun on him when I did.” He gestured vaguely with his weapon. “Look at them now. Look how fast they turned.”His hands were shaking.He reached for his phone again, fingers fumbling. He press
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