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That was my hint that not having clear answers went beyond me.

It meant the same for Riff.

It meant the same for Remi.

I no longer painted.

The picture of Riff and the ocean wasn’t finished.

And I knew it never would be finished.

I had other things on my mind.

Demi was right - I couldn’t stay here forever.

Hiding for a minute was one thing.

I needed a plan.

A logical plan. A smart plan.

That set my attention to my phone.

To the offer from my old company.

A massive pay raise.

Basically everything a management position would offer but without managing anything but myself.

More money than I had ever made in my life.

I smiled and nodded.

I knew exactly what to do.

I texted my boss back regarding the job offer.

I smiled.

My response was simple and to the point.

No thanks!

Chapter Forty-One

RIFF

Hey! What the fuck are you two doing?

Those were the words that stopped the fight.

Remi leaning against my car, taking deep breaths.

I had dropped to one knee, trying to figure out if my ribs were scattered throughout my body, like someone putting a light bulb in a bag and breaking it.

The person who had pulled over stood just outside their car, yelling at us.

Remi and I looked at each other and nodded.

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