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2022 | LONDON A full month has passed. Thirty days since the bullet ripped through the night air at Robert Hobden’s estate. You can still hear the crack of the gunshot, feel the frantic sprint across wet gravel, the sudden heaviness of her head in your hands. Her blood, dark and slick, mixed with the rain and stained your skin. You fumbled for your phone, voice shaking as you repeated the address into the receiver, waiting for the sirens. For thirty days you’ve sat in this chair, speaking into her silence, hoping some part of her is listening. Today is the thirty-first visit. She hasn’t moved. The only sign of life is the relentless beep of the heart monitor. She feels achingly close, yet completely out of reach. Guilt sits like a stone in your chest—she’d hate you for carrying…