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“DAD? Dad? Are you awake?”
Suro had to put considerable effort into opening his eyes, which felt like they had been glued together, but Kenji’s voice compelled him to fight against the blackness that was trying to pull him back under, and eventually an out-of-focus picture of his son’s worried face came into view.
“What happened?” he asked. He shook his head to clear out some of the fogginess when the room finally came into clear focus. This was when he realized he was no longer in Lacey’s apartment. “Where am I?”
He tried to sit up, but the world spun on him, forcing him back down to his elbows.
“Don’t,” a pretty black woman, who Suro recognized as Ferrari, one of the dancers Lacey liked and considered a friend, stepped into his line of vision behind Kenji. “Lacey said you’d be ou
