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TWENTY-FOUR
The drive back to my apartment was painfully quiet. Nobody said a word and if they did, they just didn't know how to word their thoughts. I didn't have anything to say. I didn't want to say anything. My mind had gone quiet and I stared off into the distance as I watched the cityscape pass in the moving car. I didn't feel much in terms of emotions. I was disappointed, that was a fact, but I didn't know what else to feel. I should have expected that Ambrose would pull a stunt like that. Tatum had taken on the anger in my place. As the only two people in the car who had paid attention to what Olivia and Ambrose said to each other, we shared the same thoughts. Our emotions were different, however. I was disappointed in Ambrose for breaking off his engagement and Tatum was angry that Ambrose h
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