Chapter thirty six

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Sophia: The words "protective order" and "stalker" flew around so freely it was like saying ice cream. Only ice cream never made my headache or stomach feel knotted. "Ma'am, do you understand how serious this is? It would be best if you documented every incident from here on out." the cop, a man who looked far too tired to be here, spoke as if these were all things we didn't already know. "That's it, we're canceling any upcoming shows until this sick f.u.c.k is locked up." Wit scowled, his hands balled in fists at his sides, and the way he looked right now, it wasn't him. None of them were themselves right now. They were angry, and I was just numb, waiting for the text from Les that they had boarded the flight that would bring my son safely to my side. "That isn't an option, Wit." S

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