CHAPTER HUNDRED & TWENTY-EIGHT

KYLE

The pen feels heavier than it should.

Not in weight, but in consequence. In finality.

It sits between my fingers like a weapon I’m being forced to turn on myself. I stare at it for a moment, unmoving. My thumb brushes over the barrel. Smooth. Metallic. Impersonal.

Like everything in thi...

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