There’s a beat of silence. Klein notices the room watching him intently and realizes he needs to provide some sort of answer. Finally, he speaks through gritted teeth. “I don’t recall what was said that day.” A curious woman in the front row addresses me. “Do you recall what was said, Luke?” I flick my gaze toward Klein. Normally I would keep my mouth shut. Avoid the petty temptation. But his mocking laughter still rings in my ears. And this stain on my record that’s followed me for years has finally become too much to bear. Being with Gigi has taught me that sometimes you simply need to let
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