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Riley digs into his pocket and produces a set of keys He unlocks the door and pushes it open, stepping aside to let me in The layout of his condo is pretty sie island to the left and a living/dining room combo immediately off the entryway The space is tidy for the most part with the exception of several empty liquor bottles on the counter Geez, that’s a lot of alcohol Has Riley become a heavy drinker? I raise an eyebrow as I wonder but say nothing

RILEY

DEVYN IS EYEING THE eht to judgemy son from me? For al so selfish?

I still haven’t said a word at this point and I can tell that it’sher nervous Good

She nods towards the couch “Do you mind if I take a seat for this?”

I cross my arms “By all means, make yourself comfortable”

She winces Probably fro but co co her down

She slinks down into the cushions and sighs “Please say so”

“I’ht now,” I scoff “It’s probably better if you start”

“Ugh, I really should’ve grabbed a coffee first,” she groans

I storm over to her and shoveover her right now and I’m irritated at how badly I want to take her into rily step back and sit on a barstool across the room

“Talk, Devyn”

RILEY

SHE TAKES A SIP of my coffee “You still drink mochas, huh?”

I scrubabout the fucking coffee, Devyn Help ood idea to hide the fact that we have a child together”