Chapter 132: A Ride Home, Unnecessary Commentary, and Me Maintaining My Dignity (Barely)

*The drive started in silence, which should have been comforting, but instead felt like a trap. Not a loud, obvious trap—no, this was the quiet kind. The kind where nothing is said, but everything is waiting to be said. I sat in the passenger seat, posture suspiciously straight, staring out the w...

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