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Sasquatch:

I don’t know if I can…Valerie’s playing victim. She told the judge I was abusive.

Ducky:

What the fuck! Are you serious? That’s fucking bullshit, you’re the sweetest guy I know!

Sasquatch:

She has no proof, but my lawyer says I should probably start gathering evidence against her claim just in case.

Ducky:

You know all of us will stand up and defend you. Every single one of us has your back.

Sasquatch:

Even you? You’d come down here?

Ducky:

Duh

Sasquatch:

Even after what I did? When I saw you and Devon…

Ducky:

That was an accident, big guy.

Sasquatch:

I wish I was there. I wish Hannah was here. I’m so tired of being alone.

Ducky:

Me too.

Chapter thirty-six

The sound of a video call pulls me out of sleep, and I roll over in bed to search for my phone, grumbling when I knock it off my side table onto the floor.

Who’s fucking calling so late?

“What?” I growl, answering with one bleary eye, and the chuckle on the other end of the speaker makes my heart clench.

Shit.

“You finally answered.” Matty beams at me on the screen, completely shirtless, and the sight of his face immediately makes my stomach flip.

Blinking at the time, I shoot him a glare, slightly annoyed. “It’s two in the morning. Is something wrong?” My stomach drops as I bolt up in bed. “Is it Hannah?”

“No, Hannah’s fine.” He sighs heavily, scratching his chin. “At least, last I heard. Today was just hard.”

Quashing my irritation at being woken up after working so many hours, I rub my eyes. “Didn’t you have a game today?”

“Yeah, against the Packers. You didn’t watch?”