Vincent's POV
The rain-soaked street looked like a canvas saturated with ink, the sickly yellow glow of streetlights bleeding across the wet asphalt.
I sat in my car, an unlit cigarette pinched between my fingers, watching the vehicle ahead with its hazard lights blinking.
My nephew Henry and that mischievous l...
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1. Irene’s POV
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11. Vincent's POV
12. Irene's Pov
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23. Vincent's POV
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