Chapter 55: Harmonica Trade (Caleb POV)

I’m sitting in Benji’s van, Wednesday afternoon fading fast, my hands gripping the seat, bruised and shaky. My lip’s still sore, blood flaking off, and my chest aches, tight from running, Torres’s dawn deadline past but his truck still out there. Ryan’s beside me—cap low, hands empty, harmonica g...

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