Kira hadn’t shown up to the dorms or any of his classes. No calls. No texts. He was either pissed, guilty, or both. Ever since I sang that song, agencies started reaching out—but I couldn’t take a single deal without seeing him first. I knew exactly where he was. His parents’ mansion was massive, cold, and quiet when I arrived. His mother answered the door, sighed softly, and said, “He’s upstairs.” She let me in without another word.
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