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“I met this guy. I thought he was something special. But it turns out I was wrong, again…”

Chapter forty

Gael

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We win all the time. Kelly, Ezy, and I. The surfing tournaments are becoming monotonous. I’m losing interest.

Everything is dull and tedious.

I’ve started drinking too much. I know I should stop, but it just all feels so boring, so repetitive.

Ezy sits down heavily and takes the beer out of my hand. He drinks the rest of it and then sets it down.

“You almost drowned out there, Gael.”

I stare at my hands, not wanting to face him. “I was okay.”

“You took a risk. An unnecessary risk that you normally wouldn’t take.”

I shrug.

“What’s going on with you?”

“We’re never going to have an omega.”

Ezy stills.

I’ve finally said it. Thanks to Typhor Fucking Raines, our omega is in the wind, and she’s long gone, and our chances of ever finding her are slim to none.

“Do you resent Kelly?”

Did I blame Kelly? “No. I don’t blame him, this is his uncle’s fault.”

Ezy raises his hand to the guy working the bar. He returns with two shots and two whiskeys.

“It just hits me sometimes. We’re going to surf until we’re too old, and we’re going to just exist. All the hope is gone. She is gone.”

“We might find her one day.”

“And we might never.”

Ezy grabs my arm, and I turn to him, leaning on his shoulder.

“I just want to mourn her. Kelly only told us a month ago. I’m not okay. I thought…there was hope. Now, there’s nothing. Even if we do find her, why would she forgive him?”

Ezy is silent. He just slides his shot to me and quietly gets me drunk.

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Present Day

I run my hands through my hair and shift my weight in that uncomfortable hospital chair. Only two people can visit at a time, so I’ve volunteered to stay out here.

It’s good. I need a chance to think.

My head is reeling with the numbers and information of Ezy’s estate. It’s massive. Bigger than even he knows. There is so much to go through and so much more that needs to be done.

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