: Part 2
Jerry was amazing, and I loved him for his support and friendship. I gazed out of the window, noticing that the snow had melted, and February was transitioning into March. Denver's weather during this period was unpredictable, ranging from blizzards to sunny days suitable for basking in a bikini, often within the same hour.
My phone hadn't rung, and Ace hadn't made any further attempts to break into the Antoine/Johnson fortress. Even if he hadn't received my check and note yet, he must have returned to his lair and discovered I wasn't there. He was a no-call, no-show, and that spoke volumes.
The situation spoke volumes, and although I tried to convince myself that I felt relieved, the truth was, I didn't.
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As I approached my house, I noticed that Dad and Lily's
