The Blurry Lies Between The Lines

script on what and what not to say when Adrian finally came along. Adrian walked straig

he repeated, his e

, unsure whether to be nervous or reli

you watching me. Three days in a row. Same window. Same table.

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Don't den

e man and you decided to cross the s

ring yourself i

it that

"Now I'm curious. Do I owe you money,

broad daylight. But something about him ,his voice, his ease, his smirk .... almost everything made

ORY," she began, watching his expr

froze for the briefest second. Then he e

hing of

,i q

e said with alm

like him mu

was no humor in it. "That'

n slightly. "

weighing the risk of spilling the truth to th

ago. He needed a lapdog ,wanted someone to foll

hat was all

ang through her.

in a fire. They said it was an accident. But I

didn't

p of his drink and asked,

able. "This was left in my apartment. No one knows how it got in. And then, this

the paper, then l

n it too,

leapt. "

on paper .Something old, secretive, dangerous. They operate under silence, manipulation, and control. Th

. "Why would your fath

to a whisper. "Because your father stood in the wa

as a lo

more. I can't walk away from th

nreadable passing through his eye

anded it back. "We don't talk about this here again.

her chest w

xactly was this "thing" Damian was part of? Why was Adrian willing to talk ab

ut slowly, the sharp edges of their conversations softened. He opened up about a whole

rself smiling mor

ood is happening sinc

warmth came

s later, i

but torn and stained. No envelope. Just

om him or you

e. No hint.

at it for ho

about Adrian except hi

day before

y, jaw clenched. "This

ed. "Wait,

en in over a year or more. She was.....unwell..... aggressive....Poss

r reason for

'd fall for someone else. And

he know I w

d no answe

e him. But a seed of

in his eyes. The way he checked his phone. The way h

ng had

er apartment door slightly ajar. Insi

e sense o

bed, a se

w what you're doing. He's

elled faintl

r if this faint smel