RILEY'S POV The apartment felt different once Aiden left. Not quieter, Claire had turned on the television in the kitchen and was aggressively pretending to cook but altered, like the air itself had rearranged around the absence of his body. I sat where he’d been sitting minutes earlier, fingers curled into the fabric of the couch, trying to understand why my chest still felt tight.I wasn’t shaking anymore. That was the strange part.After everything, the ropes, the knife, the way Drake’s voice had stayed maddeningly calm while he explained my own life to me like a case study, I should’ve been unraveling. Crying and probably breaking down.Instead, I felt… awake.I stood and crossed to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to watch the street below. Normal people passed by. Couples, a woman walking her dog, a delivery bike swerving around traffic.Life, untouched.“You’re spiraling,” Claire said from behind me.“I’m thinking.” I replied without turning around.“You do
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