Larry stood near the glass window of his office, watching the city slow down as evening settled in. The silence between him and Lynette felt heavier than the traffic outside. He had replayed the incident in his mind more times than he could count, and every time it ended the same way—with regret. LARRY: “You need to call her.” LYNETTE: “Call Bethany?” ynette sat across from him, her arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor. She looked composed, but the tension in her shoulders told a different story. Larry spoke again, more firmly this time. LARRY: “Yes, not tomorrow. Not...
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