“It's just...I need your help." "You called me because you need my help?" Michael asked as if finding it odd. She could sense an underlying tone of annoyance in his voice. She knew her request wasn't fair, and he had every right to be mad, but she had no choice. "You left without saying a word, despite our relationship, despite how you knew I felt about you. For so long. Yet you call me now asking for help." "Michael..." "How could you be so cruel?!" Michael lashed out. "Do you seriously not know how worried I was? I thought you were dead, but I guess not. You're totally fine—fine enough to call me at your leisure and ask for help." "Michael, I'm sorry, I really am, but you're the only one I can turn to." "I don't care!" Micheal spat. "Maybe you shouldn't have treated me like filth, then I might have given a damn." Katie could sense he was going to hang up, so she quickly said, "It's about Peter." Michael didn't hang up. He knew Peter, and they were close, like brother
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