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than arrive. He

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saw them emerge from the elevato

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m here. Whatever it i

just... everything. The pressure. Som

," Ethan said. "That'

sked the question Sara

, Ethan? How long

keeps you safe, Liv. You know that. I' m only with

ected, still felt lik

eyes for a mome

towards t

es widened in shock. "Sarah

pression a mixture of

n her best

her eyes. Her

ed you, Ethan.

to Olivia, her face

u said. About me

o speak, but Sa

he turned to Olivia. "He love

nt, a smug little smil

ed, her voice choked with fake em

er purse and pulle

than, smiling, from ea

she said, her voice barel

you ask him to sign the back of this? Just his name. So I have s

Sarah gone, to solidify her vi

h false sympathy. She handed them to Ethan. "Sig

ty. But under Olivia' s expec

the photograph in her purse. As she handed it over, she' d made sure

the paper she' d actually pres

the "signed photo" (really th

ia said. "Now

er to her chest. "Than

walked away, no

ature wa

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plete. Amelia Hayes. No relation, ju

Sarah King was o

one last time, while Ethan was "a

gifts, the jewelry, the c

aining Ethan' s digital journal and fi

her books, her few real possessions,

left o

lked towards the gate f

ort felt soli

er old phone,

t message to Olivia'

ed the SIM card, and snapped it in half

Ethan started to pop up on t

ou? I brought you tho

just called. Something about Olivia

miled f

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