After Paris, life settled into a perfect rhythm.Work was busy, weekends were fulfilling.Everything was exactly as it should be.One night, my mom called."Evelyn, Mrs. Patterson called from the old building. She said the Whitmores finally sold the apartment."It was that neighbor who was close with Candace."Oh?" I said, my face mask on, totally indifferent."Apparently they needed the money for Harold's medical bills. What they got from the sale was barely enough to cover the debt and a few months of hospital care.""The whole family moved to some rental in the suburbs. Sounds like a godforsaken place."My mom didn't sound happy—just... detached. A "look how the mighty have fallen" vibe."Got it," I said flatly."And... Eric actually came to town the other day.""He went to Mr. Carlton's house, begging for a job recommendation. Henderson chewed him out and chased him off the porch.""Heard he looked terrible. Totally wrecked, older than his dad."I listened quietly.Not a ripple ins
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