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Liv and I talked about e is hard for everyone--but for leaders like Logan and Nicholas, it’s particularly difficult Olivia e, old-married-woman advice

Then she offeredon the bed, staring up at the canopy,music from random playlists "Collide" by Howie Day co It rean How our lives have woven around each other’s through the years So many memories and moments We’d circle each other, watch one another, veer away or try to fight itbut ere always pulled back together Colliding Connecting

There was never going to be anyone for s went down last night, I believe he feels the same way I remember the caress of his hand onhe sees I hear his whispers in my head, worshipful words, because he cherisheslyrics ht now He said he wanted to be a part of soan’s lost his place His footing

For someone like him, that must be awful And because I love hiht to call hi me up--that wasn’t okay--but I should have listenedI want to be a psychologist, rab an:

I love you

But before I can hit send, someone knocks onback to check on an--co out to hio to the door, excited

But when I open it, my excitean

He tells ry ht clench of his hand around the gun he’s pointing at ht, with a thin but strong build, and his eyes are small and sharp like two poisonous darts He’s controlled, focused and wrathful

He tells rew up here, was even an assistant gardener when he was younger Then he ot married, but his life never became what he wanted it to be

What he deserved it to be

His o and he s really went south He lost his house and his career, hishe did It was done to hieit became Nicholas Pe, and deserved nothing

So Cain Gallagher decided to fix things To ht, make it even

It was Cain who set The Horny Goat on fire It was Cain who sent the letters and left that sick box for my sister And it will be Cain who takes Nicholas’s wife and children away from him Today

I don’t knohy he tellsto kill me, so it won’t matter anyway He seems to want someone to know that it was him, that he bested theher is insane--I don’t think he is At least, not in the technical sense He knohat he’s doing He knows that it’s wrong He just doesn’t care

Because he’s so, so angry

He shoves the gun closer and I can smell the ht inI want to put rip and run, but I don’t Because I’le or o off It will end ht or thrash When he tells me to sit in the chair I do, frozen and as still as possible

I barely breathe

There’s a knock on un jostles in Cain’s hand I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the blast But it doesn’t coan’s beautiful voice

"Ellie It’s me--open up, we need to talk"