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We set it together and it mostly worked and someone was kidnapped and I went to end things while you held our daughter. For the new version, Night Nineteen is gratitude. Formal and specific. I am grateful for the following things, in no particular order: The coffee maker set to six AM. The way you read the entire document even when only three sections are relevant. The specific frown over numbers that don't add up. The fact that you learned to sit in the kitchen without converting the time. Section 7.3. The spider Tuesday. The way you said hi to the underneath one before I knew he could be seen. The twenty-one nights that were never about revenge. The farmhouse. The table. Hope finding the t

"I am returning to Zurich tomorrow." He replied quickly. "Not staying a few more days?" "No. Things here are finished." I deleted Enzo's number. I deleted Rosalina's. I deleted Alberto's. My contact list was empty. A month later, I was sitting in my office in Zurich when an email arrived from Rosalina. It was long. I did not open it. I deleted it. Another came the next day. From Alberto. I deleted that one too. The day after that, Enzo wrote.

I stacked it on top of the other paper. I paused and let out a long sigh as I stared down at the stack of papers, rubbing my forehead. This was going to take a while. • • • After about three or four hours, I was finally able to close my laptop. I had finished everything, and out of all the papers I had to go through, I only signed two or three. I furrowed my eyebrows with doubt, unsure of whether or not I was too skeptical. I didn't want my father to shout at me; I've already had enough of that for the day. I shrugged as I ejected the flash drive and put it down, deciding to a wait for a couple of minutes before making my way downstairs and giving him the finished work. I jumped on my bed as

One, two, ten, fifty… A total of ninety-nine men walked out from every direction, gathering into an impenetrable wall of people that completely surrounded him. Then, in Daniel’s terrified eyes, ninety-nine voices exploded like thunder and swept across all of South City. “How about you try and touch our daughter one more time?!”

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Through the frosted glass, I caught glimpses of her wiping her face. I knew she was waiting for me to go after her, but I wouldn’t. Not anymore. I had finally learned to stop looking back. I booked the earliest flight I could find. By five in the morning, I was already at the airport. Standing at the check-in counter with my suitcase, I nodded along as the attendant went over the luggage policy. Everything felt like a dream. We shared seven years together, and in the end, all I had left was a twenty-eight-inch suitcase.

Like she was actually there. An hour passed in silent bliss, Nine now completely relaxed now with her resting on the chair's back, eyes staring at the book. Though she could not read the words well, she liked the cover on it. There was a man, with a woman around his arms. Both staring at each with a look in their eyes, a look that Nine found herself wanting for some reason. "Do you like it?" Nine rose her head up now as Lucas peered at her from a corner of the book. "You've been staring at it for a while. Would you like to read it?"

Valentina says. The third book, one chapter larger. The nineteen-year-old, the primary reader of the brief for the second life. The brief, still being written. The response, already beginning.