By the time Aldwin finished telling me all about how he saved Ralph, he was half asleep.I sat there, my hands pressed flat against my thighs, trying to process everything he had just told me. Ralph was alive, but he was in a warehouse somewhere – one of Aldwin's renovation sites, he had said – and he had been there for days.“You took him,” I said, my voice hollow. “You were the one who took him.”“I saved him,” Aldwin corrected. “If I hadn't stepped in, the Triad would have taken him, and you would never see him again. Not alive, anyway. He owes me his life.”I wanted to be angry and scream at him, to hit him, to demand that he take me to Ralph right now. But the exhaustion was too heavy, and the relief that Ralph was still alive was too overwhelming. All I could do was sit there with tears streaming down my face.“I need to see him,” I said, sniffing back the tears.“No, you don't,” Aldwin said in a sleepy tone.“Why?” I asked.“You will not be leaving this house anytime, remember
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