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Chapter 91 The Truth

The restaurant he’d liked wasn’t where I remembered it.

Or maybe it had closed.

Either way, I didn’t find it.

I stopped at a shop tucked between a gelato stand and a tobacconist, its windows smeared with fingerprints and children’s stickers.

Inside, the smell of glue and sugar hung in the air.

I pic...