I watched from the side and shook my head. 'Oh, now you're sorry? Yeah, super helpful... if I weren't, you know, dead. Regret's nice and all, but it's not exactly a time machine. I hear you're handling my funeral—cool, just make me look my best, okay? Actually, scratch that. I don't have anyone left, but I still don't want you touching me. Thanks.'I took a deep breath, trying to drift away, but something kept me stuck there, like I wasn't done watching his mess unfold.Then Wade perked up, as if he'd had a revelation. "The phone! Her phone!"He scrambled to call Connor, only to learn the emergency exit had been locked, which apparently lit a fire under him. Off he went, on a sudden crusade to get "justice" for me. Too bad my phone had gone full Titanic in the flood and was useless.Connor helped him pull it out of the property office, and Wade rushed it over to a repair shop, waving around a wad of cash. "I don't care what it takes. Just recover whatever you can."The repair guy
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