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I didn’t feel that way now as I stood with my back to the door, hearing her sob before I walked to the elevator.

In fact, I felt even more fucked up than before we talked.

As I got into her lobby, I pulled up Dominick’s number and held the phone to my ear while it rang.

“Declan,” he answered, “can I call you back? I’m in the middle of something and—”

“No need to,” I replied. I was going to pour myself some scotch when I got home, and I needed to be of sound mind when I had this conversation with him. “Just make room in your schedule for me tomorrow morning. First thing. I need to talk to you.”

“Are you all right, buddy?”

I got into my car and started the engine. “I’ll see you at eight tomorrow.”

I hung up and placed my phone in the cupholder and pulled onto the street, weaving my way through the cars. I wasn’t more than a hundred yards from Hannah’s building when a text came across my screen.

Hannah

Nothing has hurt me more than seeing you walk out that door …

TWENTY-FOUR

HANNAH

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