23. Some loose ends.
Liam paced around the small living room of the apartment he shared with Sophia, his thoughts spiraling into dark corners. He couldn’t shake the image of Noah’s finger stained with red paint. It wasn’t just a coincidence—he was sure of it. Every time he replayed the scene in his mind, he grew more convinced that Noah was behind the vandalism. But convincing Sophia was another story entirely. Sophia sat on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. She was exhausted—emotionally drained from everything that had happened. The paintings, the gallery, the police investigation, the whispers in the art community. It was all too much. And now, Liam wouldn’t stop talking about Noah. “You’re obsessed,” she finally said, her voice flat and tired. Liam stopped pacing and turned to face her. “I’m not
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