Chapter 6: The Journalist (Nate POV)

Couldn’t take my apartment anymore. Walls were squeezing in, choking the air outta me. All morning, I’d been glued to my phone, waiting for it to buzz—nothing. Dead silence was loud as hell, crushing me under everything going to shit. That text—“This isn’t just about you. Walk away”—kept spinning in...

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