Chapter 89
“Hi, Wing,” Cairo said softly. Wing cleared his throat as he stared at his reflection. “Thorne is hurt,” he said. He would stick to the plan; he wouldn’t let himself be swayed by emotions, not now. “Wing,” he whispered. “How are you? How is university going? Are you attending your classes?” “Thorne’s hurt,” he repeated. “He didn’t want me to tell you, but he’s hurt.” “Wing,” Cairo said, his voice so gentle. He had never heard him speak this softly before, but he would not give in; the Cairo he was talking to and the Cairo in his memories were two different people. “Wing, tell me, how are you?” “I don’t know what happened. I was at class, and when I returned home, I checked on him. He was passed out on the floor. He hasn’t woken up. It’s been four days. I thought I should let you know
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