His note shouldn’t have landed like that. It was just paper, ink, and a quiet confession about an orange extension cord I’d turned into a verdict. I’d wanted a fight, a scene, a clean villain. Instead, I got something harder to argue with: unvarnished accountability. No excuses, no defensiveness—just a man willing to own the trespa… Continues…
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