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"And that’s it?"

"That’s it," Haven confir at the canvas "Are you sure this is okay? Does it make sense?"

"It’s abstract It’s not supposed to et why you and Gavin can’t be friends So there’s no spark, but you were totally friends before, right? What changed?"

Haven sighed She didn’t want to talk about it anyuess it was all or nothing with hiued "He’s not that kind of man"

Haven rolled her eyes "You hardly knew him"

"But you did"

Silence permeated the studio Did she know him? He worked at the construction site Fa about his family In fact, she knew little -or-other She had heard his last name before, but she couldn’t recall it

"It doesn’t matter," Haven said finally "It wasn’t meant to happen People come into our lives for a reason, so I have to believe there was a point to it souess"

Setting down her paintbrush, Haven stepped back fro, their sub to create so to ood looking!"

Haven laughed "If you like hio ask him out"

Eyes wide, Kelsey fervently shook her head "No way I couldn’t do that"

"Why not?"

"Because of you, duh," she said "It’s breaking the friendship code"

"Don’t be silly He’s a really great guy Funny Nice You could definitely do worse Actually, you have done worse"

"You really liked him" A statement, not a question

"Yes"

"Then why? Really?"

Haven half shrugged, half shook her head "There was nothing there"

Kelsey’s expression softened "Your ex"

Carmine "What about him?"

"That’s why you felt no spark with Gavin You had it with so the chemistry she had felt with Carlow The thought of never having that again, having to live her life with nothing but the memory of the way she had felt, troubled her "Do you think it’s possible to feel it more than once?"

"Absolutely," Kelsey said "I feel it every tiuy so hed

"Or" Kelsey took a few steps toward her, scanning the colorful painting "Or maybe I’ve never really felt it at all, and you’re just one of the lucky ones"

"Corrado Moretti is notorious They call hi he’s bulletproof, untouchable, and maybe out there he is, but not in here Here we seek the truth Here we get justice And justice, today, would be a guilty verdict The defendant is afree We have proven he belongs to an organization that prides itself on killing, an organization that advances people for hurting others What kind of organization does that? An ierous one"

The prosecutor babbled on and on as Corrado sat still in the hard chair, waiting The eight-week trial was finally co statements It would soon be over and time to move on

Or so he hoped

When it was their turn, Mr Borza stood and let out a bitter laugh "The Kevlar Killer It should be noted the media invented that nickname to sell papers Sensationalized, to make money off an innocenta savvy businessoverning into every aspect of his life for years, trying to find soot was a bunch of heresy fro for a way out of jail and a potentially unpaid tax bill, for which--if it makes them feel better--Mr Moretti rite a check today That’s it"

Corrado tuned his lawyer out as he glanced around the courtrooh for hie instructed the jury, sending the do you expect it to take?" Corrado asked after court was in recess

"There’s no way to tell," he replied "If they coood news But honestly, Mr Moretti? If they’re outjury"

Forty-eight hours ca Three days passed, then four Corrado reain in an oversize orange jumpsuit War as the faulty air conditioner kept breaking down The stench of stale sweat hung in the sticky air, clinging to everything its vileness could touch

Corrado’s patience dwindled Every time footsteps approached his tiny cell, he stood at attention, waiting for them to deliver some news

None ca they were deadlocked and couldn’t agree, but the judge sent theive it a few uilty verdict, he wasn’t as excited at the prospect as his lawyer A mistrial meant another trial Another jury More time away from his lifehis wife

Twenty-four hours later, Corrado was lying on the bunk in his cell when heavy footsteps slowly approached the door He got up and eyed the door, hoping against hope it was finally over

"Mail call," the guy hollered, opening the slot in the door and dropping in an envelope Corrado snatched it off the floor Another false alarm