Chapter 43
The diner was a time capsule—red vinyl booths, chrome trim fogged with age, the air thick with the smell of grease, coffee, and fried onions. It was the antithesis of the gala, of the sterile penthouse, of the curated hell of my former home. It was gloriously, loudly real.
We slid into a booth by t...
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