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Michael was a mess. He was still in the same suit he’d worn for the past day, now soaked to the bone from the motorway rain and stained with mud from where he’d knelt on the curb.
He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even been home. He just sat in the harsh, fluorescent-lit waiting room of the emergency department, his mind a blank, his phone a dead weight in his hand.
The "straight line" was a cruel joke. His perfect, controlled world was a smoking wreck in ...
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