Ruftland drained his bank account knowing it was probably too late.
But it was Bev’s birthday, so he had to at least try.
Stopped for a dozen lilies, her favorite, got to the apartment half an hour before he said he’d be there.
He had a list of things they could do if she didn’t have any ideas.
There was a note taped to the door, grinding in stone that any…
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