No Contact, Now Regret
I would also turn to Kyra for help to clear the air.
Yet now, these were just noise to me.
I logged into my personal account, the mysterious piano blogger known as “R,” with two million followers.
An update was published. “Starting fresh. Open for commercial gigs. DM for inquiries.”
Within ten minutes, my inbox blew up.
Meanwhile, the Greens’ world was starting to unravel.
Getting up in the morning, Liam cried out of habit, “Rhys, where is my prescription for my blood pressure? I’m wearing the dark suit today. Why isn’t it pressed yet?”