Chapter 54 NO LIGHT AT THE END OF THIS FUCKING TUNNEL

Carter POV

The apartment reeked of stale beer, sweat, and the metallic tang of dried blood that never quite washed off my knuckles. I sat slumped on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, staring at the half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the coffee table. The label was peeling at the edges, ...

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