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He was looking for a response to his last text to MANAGEMENT. Hennessy could see a wall of text that Ronan had sent about Bryde, and then, on its own line, where Ronan had texted Tamquam. It was marked unread.
The dream was the Lace. He was the Lace. It was hell. It was the dreamt security system. It was Adam’s scream. It was his last forest dying. It was his father’s battered body. It was his mother’s grave. It was his friends leaving in Gansey’s old Camaro for a year’s trip without him. It was Adam sitting with him in the labyrinth in Harvard telling him that it was never going to work. It was tamquam, marked unread.
Ronan had loved Richard C. Gansey III far more than he loved himself at that point, and he hadn’t known how he was going to ever face him when he returned from out of town.
