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We were missing Nathan for five days....
Since then, the world had slowed down, which was almost unexpected.
No more late-night calls.
No threats scribbled into envelopes.
No shadow on my back.
Even so, I was still gripped by the tension inside.
Sitting on Damian's colossal couch, wearing only one of his sweaters, I still had the feeling