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No no no... Goddammit!

I refused to believe it, but there was the fucking reality, staring back at me with a mocking smile.

Gomes was with my son! I didn't even have the luxury to phantom how the hell that had happened.

A part of me wanted to scream at the teacher in front of me. She did a fucking Stella job acting all confused and flustered.

I brushed past her and slammed into my car, stepping on the accelerator.

For as long as Gomes was with my son, he could do literally anything. And I wasn't about to give him that leverage.

I was already on the road when I whipped out the phone and searched for his number. I tapped on the fucking link and the address revealed itself.

My fingers hovered around Trent's number.

I should probably call him... Right?

They would always time to do that, I decided, making a beeline for the address.

Or maybe it was just my inner self that didn't want Trent to know about Gomes, about the mess I had made of myself in the university.

It wa
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