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It had been three weeks after everything. I still haven't recovered from the trauma. Both Myles and I wake up in the middle of the night unable to sleep, and we end up clinging on to each other until we can.
Marcus was found dead on the floor outside the restaurant. His seal was in his hand. Still ready to turn it over for me. I didn’t get to see him start to hand it over, so I didn’t realize he would’ve until we found him like that. There was a bit of regret in me after I saw that. First, that I never took time to get to know him more. And second, that I doubted he would save me, when he obviously would.
Myles was empty the first day. He was going through the motions of handling everything he needed to, but I couldn’t see anything behind his eyes. He apologized to me for it, beca
