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I lean back and stretch my arms over my head. “I can’t taste vodka.”

CHAPTER 38

ARNAZ

“The Truth”

Traveled ahead, long ago.

Waiting for my arrival.

I’m grabbing my towel and climbing out of the shower when my phone lights up on the sink.

“Hey, you good?” I answer.

“Hey, how’s Milwaukee?” Anaïs asks.

“Haven’t seen it. Went straight from practice back to my room. Hold on.” I place the phone and switch to speaker. “Go ahead.” I towel off and then pad over to my duffel and pull out briefs and a T-shirt.

“You saw Zuri?”

“Yeah.”

“She helped?”

“Yeah.”I’m still hit with OCD flare-ups, but I don’t feel lost anymore.“Turns out it really isn’t about Aiden. Tell you more when I see you.”

“Okay. Have you spoken to Salem?”

I pause getting dressed. “Why?”

“Nothing. He’s fine.”

I blow out a breath and continue sliding my tee over my head. I owe him an explanation for being distant lately.

Fuck. I miss him.

“I wondered if you heard an update about his brother?”

“His brother?” I reach for my phone charger. “What about him?”

“If they found him.”

I pick up the phone and kill the speaker. “What are you talking about?”

I knockon the hotel door.

“Yo,” Sid calls out.

“Got a sec?”

“Yeah, hold on.” There’s a shuffle. “You solo?”

“Yep.”

I hear his footsteps approaching before the door opens.

“Hey,” he says.

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