89- But I Thought It’d Be Just One Night, Not a Full-Time Job

KACIA

We pile into the car, and I start the engine, pulling smoothly away from the curb. The streets are quiet at this hour, lit in pools of orange from the streetlamps, the rest swallowed in shadow. Elias sits in the passenger seat with the stiff posture of someone not entirely sure that he’s m...

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