Chapter 37: Sinking Separate (Ryan POV)

I'm sitting on the floor of my apartment, back against the couch, a bottle of cheap whiskey in my hand. It's Saturday night, late, and the room's dim. Only a lamp in the corner is flickering weak, throwing shadows on the peeling paint. The air's cold, sneaking through a cracked window, rattling t...

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