Chapter 87: Drunk Confessions and Wrong Addresses

Writer’s POV

The diner wasn’t fancy.

In fact, it smelled like old coffee and ketchup packets, and the waitress looked like she wanted to stab someone—but it was open, and that was all that mattered.

Lucas sat across from Serene, who was poking her fries like they were part of a science exper...

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