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"What?" I step farther into the room and stand at the end of the table "Victor, how can you say that? Have you tried to talk to hith of the table

"I will talk to lances at us briefly and pretends to be raphs in front of hiht?" I ask with an accusatory tone "Right now is as good a time as any will ever be"

"Niklas needs tiainst the table before he gets the last word all the way out

"Fuck!" I say angrily

Victor stands up quickly fro the paper he had been reading in his hand falling onto the floor His chair screeches as it’s pushed back a little on his way up

Ja between the both of us under nervous hooded eyes

"Woodard," Victor says deets up, tucks his laptop underneath his arm and makes his way out

A nervous ball sits in ly about what Niklas h, and I can’t find any acceptable reason that Victor wouldn’t be trying to ht now

"Is that what you think of ry but at the same time wounded by the prospect "You think that these files and these photographs"--he waves a hand at the table--"are more important to me than my brother? Look at ers--"and tell me you think that way about ht noant to hear you say it"

I s nervously and begin to shake my head I’ve rarely ever seen him like this before, so I know I’ve overstepped my bounds, that I’ve hurt hi him feel this way

"I’h and he looks back down at the table, but not at the things scattered atop it He falls heavily back into his chair and slouches against it

"Izabel," he saysat one by in the past six years when I look at my brother and I don’t feel like shit for what I did Niklas ive th of the et that he tried to kill you," Victor adds

"I’ve never forgotten that," I say, "and I don’t think I ever will"

"You haven’t forgotten or forgiven," Victor says, "but you understand"