“Shea… Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” Everything inside Shea shut down. Those opaque glass walls dropped like guillotines behind his eyes. “I have to go.” I held up my hands. “Shea, I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry—” “I—” He shook his head. “I need to leave. I—” “Shea—”
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