Chapter Three
The break room is surprisingly crowded when I walk in, but thankfully no one stops their conversations to stare at me. Either they don't know who I am, or they don't care either way. I hope it's the latter and, from everything I've experienced at the Black Fan, I really do think it is. These people don't judge. They've done nothing but welcome and provide for me since I showed up being guided in by Benedict. And even before that, when I brought a dying Oscar to their door after the thirty-year celebration parade went horribly wrong.
I try not to dwell on the memory, not wishing to relive the horror of watching Oscar bleed out in front of me. It isn't something I want to relive if I can help it. Which is why we're going to succeed at whatever it is Catherine has planned.
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