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DARCY
I boarded the flight back to New York and found my seat. As the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I’ve done all I can, pal, I thought. Charlie, I’ll do anything I can for your family. This is my fault. If I hadn’t dragged you into this, you’d be here now, griping and whining. I’d give anything if you were. I’d even let you have that damn donut.
Lynne’s disappearance, Charlie’s death, the incredible claims made about Connor Mackenzie…I had been forced to take a good, hard look at myself, and I didn’t like what I saw. That self-examination that had begun on the roof of my apartment building on the morning of September 11th, 2001 had come to a head when I found Charlie dead in that hotel room.
Duchess was right. I don’t know how
