Two days later, nothing had changed.
And that was the part that bothered Ethan the most.
The warehouse still smelled like dust and cardboard. The conveyor belts still rattled like loose bones. And Carl still watched from behind the glass office, arms crossed, waiting for someone to slip.
Ethan lifted another box.
Pain shot through his arm—sharp, electric—but he didn’t …
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