CHARPTER 21
RECOVERY** The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that settles in after an emotional day—too heavy to be peace, too still to be comfort. Kai was seated on the edge of the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding a nearly empty bottle of beer. Ethan sat beside him, his hair damp from the shower, his drink resting on his thigh. The city lights blinked beyond the glass windows, cold and indifferent. “Man,” Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You ever think people see things, but pretend not to?” Kai glanced at him. “You mean like red flags?” “Exactly. Like Bella.” Ethan exhaled. “I saw the signs, bro. I saw them. She was cool at first. We were... But then.The detachment. The self-absorption. The way she always had to be the centre of attention, even whe
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