The beef patties had tasted sweet, yet they had become the most bittersweet thorn of Harper's youth. And now, that thorn had become the only signpost leading her back to him....The old neighborhood, the West Side.In the narrow, grimy alleyway, a place where only delivery carts and electric scooters usually passed through, a fiery Ferrari pulled up with jarring prominence, drawing curious glances from the neighborhood's older residents.Before the car had even come to a stop, Harper leaped out and raced up the stairs. Following the directions she remembered, she quickly found the apartment."Asher! Asher, are you in there?" she called out anxiously.The rusted metal door remained tightly shut, like a silent mouth. She slammed her palms against it with all her might until her hands turned bright red."Asher! Answer me! It's Harper!"What answered her was dead silence. She frantically pulled out her phone to call him again, and through the heavy door, she caught the faint, muff
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