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DAVIES"Put it on speaker."Maya stood in the center of the lavish bathroom, holding a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol. Her dark eyes remained fixed on the glowing screen of the smartphone resting on the marble vanity. The caller ID flashed a bright, relentless warning. It was his mother.Davies sat on the edge of the large porcelain bathtub, wearing a plain gray t-shirt and loose sweatpants. He looked exhausted. A web of dark purple bruises mapped the hard angles of his jaw, and the white bandage on his forehead stood out against his tan skin. Reaching forward, he tapped the green button on the screen and leaned back, bracing himself for the storm."Davies, where are you?" His mother's voice filled the tiled room. She sounded frantic, her words carrying a sharp edge of panic. "I went by your apartment an hour ago, but the doorman said you never came upstairs. Are you safe?""I am fine," Davies answered, his deep voice calm and steady. "I came through the private basement garage
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AUTHOR’S POVDavies leaned his head back against the leather headrest, staring out the rain-streaked windshield. He took a slow, deep breath, laying out the entire brutal story step by step."I went crazy after you left," he admitted, his voice low and deadpan. "I spent forty-eight hours tearing the city apart looking for you. I offered cash to anyone who had an address. I checked your old neighborhood, the bus stations, the cheap motels. When I came up empty, I went to a dive bar downtown and drank until I couldn't feel anything."Maya winced slightly, watching the pain flicker across his face."Some frat boys were in the bar," he continued, a dark scowl touching his lips. "They pulled out their phones and started recording me. They were mocking your name, saying you used me for cash and dipped. I snapped. I lost my temper and turned the place into a warzone. The owner called the cops, and I spent the night sitting in a holding cell.""Your mother bailed you out, right?" she asked qu
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AUTHOR’S POV."Jesus. You look like shit."Maya’s voice cut through the heavy silence of the empty boardroom, vibrating with a raw, breathless terror. She stood just inside the doorway, clutching the strap of her canvas bag so tight her knuckles turned white.Davies sat frozen in the hard wooden chair at the end of the long mahogany table. For three agonizing seconds, he wondered if his bruised, exhausted brain was conjuring a cruel ghost out of thin air. But the scent of crisp autumn air and fresh rain still clung to her faded denim jacket, and the soft yellow hallway light framed her dark, windblown hair. She was really standing there. She was breathing, alive, and back in his world.A massive, overwhelming wave of realization crashed over his broad chest, knocking the breath right out of his lungs. He spent the last seventy-two hours drowning in a dark sea of alcohol, violence, and crushing failure, believing he lost her forever. Sitting in this quiet room, staring into her wide, t
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AUTHOR’S POV.A bleak, gray overcast blocked the afternoon sun.Davies sat on a hard wooden bench in the waiting area of the university administration building. He wore a plain black hoodie and faded jeans. A thick white bandage covered the jagged cut on his forehead. Dark purple bruises painted a grim mask across his jawline and right cheekbone. Every time he took a deep breath, his injured ribs sent a sharp, agonizing spike of pain through his torso.He stared at the blank wall opposite his bench. He felt nothing. The alcohol burned out of his system hours ago, leaving behind a hollow, empty void.A heavy oak door creaked open."Mr. Vance," a stern female secretary called out from the doorway. She held a digital tablet, peering at him over the rim of her reading glasses. She did not bother hiding her disgust. "The disciplinary panel is ready for you."Standing up required a massive effort. His joints ached, protesting the movement. He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his h
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AUTHOR’S POV. "You broke our son."The words echoed in the grand foyer of the sprawling estate. Stepping through the front double doors, his mother dropped her designer purse onto the marble floor. The expensive leather hit the stone with a dull thud. Her hands shook with a violent tremor. She just left the downtown police precinct, leaving her battered boy to face a cold, empty apartment all by himself.Her husband walked out of his private study. He held a crystal glass filled with amber liquor. He wore his tailored silk robe, projecting the image of a king unbothered by the peasants outside his castle."Stop overthinking this," the patriarch commanded, taking a sip of his drink. He did not even look at her shaking hands. "He got into a bar fight. College boys get into fights all the time. It is a minor bump in the road.""A minor bump?" she asked, her voice cracking. A fierce, wild anger replaced the usual poised elegance she carried. She marched across the foyer, stopping just a
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AUTHOR’S POVThe bell above the diner door jingled, signaling the arrival of another hungry customer."Order up! Three burgers, heavy on the grease, side of rings!" the line cook yelled, slamming a metal bell on the service window.Maya wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead using the back of her wrist. She grabbed a large plastic tray, balancing the three heavy plates loaded with fried food. The diner smelled like burnt bacon and cheap floor cleaner. Sizzling grease popped from the flat top grill, adding a thick layer of heat to the cramped space.She navigated the narrow aisle, dodging a busboy carrying a tub of dirty dishes. Her feet throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. Wearing cheap sneakers for a ten-hour shift felt like walking on broken glass.Approaching a corner booth, she offered a practiced, hollow smile. Three men in dirty construction gear sat around the table, laughing loudly."Here you go, gentlemen," Maya announced, setting the plates down one by one. "Three bacon b
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