25. Liam

Liam

The building looked like a dentist’s office, which seemed appropriate because every instinct in my body insisted that walking inside was going to hurt.

I sat in my truck for another minute anyway.

The card Connor had handed me at the bar rested on the center console. I had already read it three times. The letters had not changed.

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