Chapter 23 Ribbon & Rings

Theo’s POV

One year later.

The courthouse smelled like old wood polish and nervous sweat. We stood in front of a bored judge in a room the size of a large closet—me in a charcoal suit I’d bought off the rack, Jaz in black jeans, white button-down, and my favorite hoodie unzipped over it because he r...

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