CALLIE“My father is dying.”I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. “What do you mean, dying? Dying how?”“I mean he’s really sick, Callie,” he said, his voice quieter now. “And this morning… when you left for work, I got a call from him.”I tilted my head, my confusion deepening. “Your father called you?”He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. “It wasn’t just the call that threw me off,” he continued, pacing the room now. “It was what he said. He apologized, Callie. My father… apologized. Can you believe that? He actually admitted he was wrong. About me. About everything.”My jaw dropped. “Wait, what? He apologized? As in, he admitted he was wrong about accusing you of… killing Ethan?”Sebastian stopped pacing and met my gaze, as his eyes darkened. “Yes. He said he didn’t believe it, not really, even though Charlotte swore I was guilty. He begged me to come see him. Begged, Callie. My father, who has spent his entire life acting like he’s untouchable, was on the phone, practical
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