Rory spent the night thinking of what he would do or, better yet, how he would leave. Like Harvey said, he doesn’t even know how to file his taxes. How was he going to run away, and could he even run away?He didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to sit around and find out. He had cried his heart out in the bathroom, and now he had a resolve. One that wouldn’t be broke by just anyone.He stared at the ceiling. Life was boring. He could pick up his phone, but he couldn’t answer it one way or the other.Letting out a sigh, he turned to his side and grabbed his phone. But just as he grabbed his phone, Rory looked like a deer in headlights. He looked like he was caught stealing—stealing his own phone.“Hi.” Carol spoke out, holding a tray of his ointment and injections.Rory cleared his throat, leaving his phone on the table. Honestly, it was embarrassing for him to hide his phone. But she was Harvey’s friend; who knows if she was as crazy as he was? But he’d rather not risk it.He had a crazy
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