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I found myself reading it again while sitting on the Harley outside the convenience store, the engine idling beneath me and the afternoon traffic flowing past like the rest of the world had somewhere more important to be.
I wasn’t rereading my messages. I was rereading hers.
Did Havoc put you up to this?
Is this Bones?
You think telling me you hope my day got better after you’re the one that assisted in making it even more horrible than it already was in the first place?
That word stayed with me.
Assisted.
Not caused.
Not ruined.
Assisted.
Meaning somebody else had already started her bad day. Likely Havoc.
Bones had simply piled onto it.
Then there was the last message.
You better hope Havoc doesn’t find out how you treated me today. I’m pretty sure you know how posses
