TRAVIS' POV I am restless, pacing the front porch of Sir Hanson’s home. Clenching and unclenching my fists. Cracking my knuckles repeatedly out of a sheer force of habit, anxiety and maybe even a small hint of anger. It’s a little past 7pm, an hour and a little past the normal time Leslie is supp
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