Chapter 22

  Spiraling.

  Spiraling.

  Tom's POV

  Lisa sat across from me, perched on the edge of the chair by my desk, legs crossed, laughing too loudly at her own story.

  "...and then he just stood there, like he'd forgotten his own name," she said, shaking her head, still smiling.

  I nodded at the right ...

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