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Adrian waited with Ellie upstairs at the Club. Ethan had ushered Craig and Liz to his office and them to one down the hallway.
“Do you want some water or something?” He walked over to a small fridge in the corner of the office.
“I want to go home.” She sat on a chair staring down at her hands in her lap. She looked fragile like a broken doll or a small child.
“Okay. I’ll go talk to your parents.”
“No.” She almost jumped from the chair. “I can’t talk to them. Not right now.”
“Ah...but you want to go home?” She wasn’t making any sense.
She blinked and then wiped a large tear off her cheek. “Not to my parents’ home. To your apartment.” She tucked her feet up on the chair. “Is that okay?”
He wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from everything. “Of course. Give me a
