The Slap That Ended Everything

better than they survive irrelevance.

“Bad enough,” I said.

When I came out, my driver was already waiting under the front awning. Rain had started, thin and mean. Through the glass doors I could still see movement in the ballroom, shadows crossing light, staff adjusting around the crater.

My phone rang as I slid into the back seat.

It was Ethan.

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