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FRONT ROW SEATS TO DISASTERS.

RIVER

We are all still rooted in the spot, but Taylor had stormed away angrily. The silk tie is in the middle of the table, and my father is staring at me as if he were hoping for some kind of explanation.

I was supposed to explain, but I had no idea what to say because the grainy image of Cale leaning into me while I slept was the most confusing thing I had seen all day.

My father snatched the phone from me and stared at the image. He read through the article, which was just blameless ...

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