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I’ area A sculpture of an Arabian horse sits in the corner next to a ficus Leather couches and chairs surround a large marble coffee table that’s piled with books on Renaissance art, the state of Montana, and Harley Davidson motorcycles

An odd combination

“Have a seat,” the receptionist says, nodding toward the area “Mr Wolfe will be a few et you some coffee or water? A soft drink?”

I shake ht back up at this moment

And it nearly does when Reid Wolfe walks into the reception area, a smile on his handsome face He’s dressed impeccably in a navy suit with a red silk tie, his dark hair short and styled Thea runway

“Good afternoon, Katelyn Come on back”

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Luke

I can’t catch my breath

Fuck! What’s wrong witharea, out of the prison Cab I need a cab to get horab my phone to check the time, but the screen is blurred

God, get a grip!

I walk away fro and then turn

But for the grace of God, I’d be behind these very walls Not these actual walls, but the walls of a prison somewhere in California

Am I any better than Anthony DeCarlo?

Than Derek Wolfe?

Are there degrees of evil?

Derek Wolfe was evil That priest was evil

Tony DeCarlo? I can’t see hiot involved with so for it

But daive” to that priest?

I should have asked him I should have found out so much more

Anthony DeCarlo isn’t all that different from the man I used to be Sure, I can blame the alcohol, but no one poured it down my throat, forced me to s it I can blaround No one held unpoint

I did it

I did it all

And only I bear the responsibility

I treated people badly I treated woe

And the only reason I’m alive today is because…

Fuck!

I can’t think about it My phone screen gradually comes into focus and I order a cab to meet me outside the prison