Chapter 29

  CAKE

  Luca sits on the stool in front of me like he always used to—calm, methodical, annoyingly focused.

  "Hand," he says.

  I give it to him.

  He unwraps the tape slowly, inspecting my knuckles like they personally offended him.

  "You're dropping your left again."

  "I'm not."

  "You are."

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