through the window. I hadn't slept. The video of
oom, already dressed
voice void of any sympa
N
ess, throwing it on the bed. "There's an architectural awards
ing anywher
d you're going to smile, and you're going to act like the supportive wife. The world needs t
clamped around my arm, his grip like steel, and he pulled me out
as we walked in, a hush fell over the room. The air grew thick with whispers. I could fe
e she
o lied for
e she's even sh
ng to stand by a
host walking through a party of the living. Ethan' s hand was a pe
of righteous survival. And on her arm was Professor Albright, my former mentor from architecture
land in the sea of onlookers. Albright' s face, a face that had once
n't even look at him. His eyes,
everyone nearby to hear. "I heard about yo
eart
I started, bu
integrity. It's about truth in materials, truth in design. It's a
tematically dismantling my profes
hat talk about creating spaces of 'safety' and 'truth.' What a hypocrite. To think I once sa
y career was over. He had just executed it, right
of deep sorrow. "Ben, please," she said, using his first name
is open condemnation. It painted me as a pat
reath hot against my ear. Hi
"Right now. Apologize
For being used as an incubator and a tool for his public relations
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