Chapter 50
This can’t be happening
Harley
Time slows to a stop as Kaz shares Joseph Kozinski’s story.
My tongue goes thick.
God, no.
This can’t be happening.
I need to sit.
I try to grip the side of the table, but it’s as if my fingers are grabbing thin air.
The pressure against my chest is excruciating.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t fucking breathe.
And then, everything goes black.
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