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Hours later, I wake alone. It’s disorienting. Mainly because I don’t like it. I rise and use the toilet, then put on a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt. Then I wander out of the bedroom and through the dark apartment, looking for Liam. A seam of light glows under his office door. I head toward it, wondering if it would be a better idea for me to go back to bed and to sleep, but that idea gets tossed out when I hear Liam’s voice coming from inside his office. The door is cracked, so his voice is muffled, but still discernable. “I don’t care about the consequences. I want out.” He sounds agitated. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. No one’s paid a higher price than me.” Curious, I tip-toe closer to his office door. His voice rises. “Aye, I know we’re close. You think I’m not aware of w
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