VICTORIA’S POV
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It was a lot of legal bimbo for the entire f*****g morning. It was question after question that made me feel like I’m being interrogated in a teeny tiny room under a massive, sharp spotlight. It felt like I murdered someone. I didn’t even do anything and still felt like I did. Wystan was great though, he helped me understand most of it, explaining when his stupid lawyers kept repeating their jumbo law words that I didn’t understand.
Ryder waited inside my apartment, and when I arrived home, there was a tv and a couch— both brand spanking new.
“What’s this?” I ask, half laughing, half stressed. Ryder’s sitting on the couch, ankle crossed over his knee, arm stretched across the back of the couch, his massive, greek like body filling up the cushions. Ryder’s smile stret
