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actually go there.
“We’re leaving now,” I said, grabbing my keys.
***
We drove through the night, mostly in silence.
Around 4 a.m., Ryan finally spoke.
“You still don’t fully trust me.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I’m trying to.”
He nodded.
When Donald opened the door and saw me, his face dropped instantly.
His apartment looked exactly the way I remembered.
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