Chapter 35 35 - Posy

Posy

Friday, 18 September

At 7:40 I check my phone. No new messages, no cancellations, no mystery emergencies. Zavier is definitely waiting at the bar.

On the tram ride to St Kilda, I lean against the cold plexiglass and let my mind spiral. Every scenario plays out in lurid high-def: Zavier pick...

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