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“So, how’s she?” Ryan asked. His voice carried a weight of guilt, his brows furrowed and his jaw tight as he stood in the dim basement office.

I let out a slow sigh, my shoulders slumping. “Don’t worry about her, Ryan. She’s fine. Jason will take care of her,” I replied, my eyes fixed on the two papers I was holding, refusing to meet his worried gaze.

We sat in my basement office as we tried to figure out a perfect plan before making a move.

Ryan finally sat down ...