The hospital room was too white. Too clean. Too still.
Max blinked against the harsh light, the faint beeping of the monitor grounding him. His throat ached. His head throbbed. But it wasn’t the pain that made his chest hurt ... it was the memories.
They’d come back all at once.
The fight. The broken cup. The slammed door.
Carlos’s voice shaking as he said, “Then go. Win. But don’t come back to me when it’s lonely at the top.”




















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