f responsibility tugged at me. I c
for an ambulance, I made a quiet ca
rdiology at Mount Sinai, to the e
ready in place. Chloe shot me a look of confused gratitude
efficient man named David, handle it. He met them at the
quiet bar, a place where deals were made and dy
amber liquid in his glass. "She's sharp, she's loyal.
said. "I w
get this out of your system. Your mother knew. She
ad turned thi
re he can appreciate what he has," Mr. Sterlin
but it was a clean fire, washing away
ilt Tower, the one that had been waiting for me, overlooking
on Mr. Leo Vance," he
jargon was dense, but t
rare, degenerati
t any significant impact on their lives. The fainting spells, the shortness of breath, the
A manipulative
him. She had thrown away a seven-year
no anger. No pity. Just a
the final piece of the puzzle. The f
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