Nadia “Nadia, what is going on with you? Not only have I been trying to reach you all morning, you aren't at your apartment, and now I find you standing in the middle of a decommissioned plant the city has been trying to dump for a decade. Don't tell me you're really going to buy this.” Daniel looked around the overgrown parking lot. In my past life, that tone of voice would have made me anxious. I would have scrambled to explain myself, eager to prove I was making smart choices, desperate for his approval. Now, looking at his tailored suit and the expensive watch I had bought him for his birthday last November, I only felt a deep, hollow exhaustion. Like someone had finally turned the volume down on six years of noise. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Your lawyer called me,” Daniel revealed, his frustration bleeding into actual panic. He ran a hand through his hair. “She said you're freezing accounts and liquidating your mutual funds. What are you doing? You know my start
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