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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