Thomas sat in the back seat of the Car, staring at his phone.The screen was dark. He'd opened his messages three times in the last twenty minutes, typed Piper's name, and deleted it each time.What was he supposed to say? He locked the phone and shoved it in his pocket.The drive back from Oakland had been a blur. Forty-five minutes of streetlights and highway and the ghost of Piper's voice echoing in his head.Prove it.Not with words. Not with apologies. Prove it.He'd left her standing in that gallery, tears on her cheeks, looking at him like he was both the best and worst thing that had ever happened to her. And maybe he was. Maybe that's exactly what he'd become—the man who'd loved her and destroyed her in the same breath.The car pulled through the gate, the security lights flickering on automatically. The house loomed ahead, every window lit like someone was afraid of the dark.The driver killed the engine, but Thomas didn't move.His phone buzzed. A text from Margaret.Margar
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