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Chapter 80. Entering The Den
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2026-11-11 21:42:08
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Anne-Marie’s P.O.VI blink, caught off guard by how quickly she could tell who sent it and the fact that she straight-out read my chat and doesn’t think it’s an invasion of my privacy. “Um,” I blurt, working my head on where to begin. “Angela, you–”“Good morning, everyone.” A voice thunders.We turn forward at the same time, our eyes on the path that separates us from the hockey demons. All our coaches and the athletics directors troop in one by one, clad in suits. We spring to our feet immediately. Mr. Snape stares in our direction, his eyes roaming the decent crowd of twenty-one, until they stop at mine. A brief smile spreads on his lips. He winks at me before averting his gaze and following the rest toward the glass.“Saw that.” Angela murmurs.“Me, too,” Caleb adds. “He’s the most psyched to have you back on the team. Just curious—did you ever give him a kidney?”“What?” I blurt.And they both chuckle.The head of the Sports and Athletics department steps forward. Mr. Theodore. A
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Anne-Marie’s P.O.VIt’s already 07 o’clock; I should be on a bus en route to Northbridge, but Maryanne refuses to let go of me, clinging to my shirt, flushed and wailing, as if she can tell I’m dropping her off at her daycare thirty minutes earlier than usual. I couldn’t even prepare all her meals; I had to pack lots of snacks for her just to meet up with this impromptu arrangement.“Maryanne?” I mutter, worried, locking eyes with her daycare teacher, Miss Sarah, as I rock her and try to catch the mucus streaming out of her nostrils with a handkerchief. She keeps turning her head. “Mommy. Mommy,” she cries.“Yes, baby?” I flash her a grin, crossing my eyes to distract her. It works. Her screams morph into whimpers. She holds my gaze, blinking, wet lashes poking around her big eyes.“Mommy?”“Yes, Maryanne?” I take the chance to clean her nose. She fusses, about to cry again. “Shh, shh…” I rock her and kiss her cheek once I’m done wiping her nose. “Say hi to Miss Sarah,” I say, turnin
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Anne-Marie’s P.O.VLeaning over, I slot the phone box below the coffee table, rise, then head out of his beautiful home without looking back. Goodbye, Marcus. Thank you so much for everything.I’ve decided to wait outside. A stone’s throw from the gate, I sit on a fountain’s ledge, admiring the scenery of luxury blended with nature as I try not to worry about being alone in a car with Blue eyes. What’s the worst that can happen? Another panic attack? Freak out and barf in his car? I don’t know. The worst seems to have happened already—meeting him again, speaking to him, running into him literally, and being in the same space as him and his brother; I think I can survive a ride. Notwithstanding, I take out my phone and still try to get an Uber, even if it’ll cost me four or five bus fares. It’s futile. No cars available. Great! I’m stuck with him.Apprehensive, my boot stamps ceaselessly against the ground. I fidget with my broken phone, staring from my wallpaper to my left, where I
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Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“What did you say to make her leave?” Marcus’ stern voice reaches my ears from a close distance as I quietly slip back into his home through the ajar door, a sickening twist in my stomach.“Nothing! How many times do I have to repeat it before you believe me?” his brother answers with agitation in his tone. “What’s come over you? This is unlike you.”“I like her. Shouldn’t that be enough for you not to question my choices?”“Question? What are you talking about?”“I know Clinton must have spoken to you about her. What else did he tell you?” Marcus is unrelenting. “That she’s not a good fit for me? I’ll be the one who decides that. Don’t interfere. I don’t want to get upset with you.”“What are you even— Your assistant hasn’t said anything to me, except that you needed company today.” Memphis huffs. “I already made plans to stop by to pick up my car and hang out. You know what? I shouldn’t have come here today…”My steps stutter in the foyer, interrupting them. They
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Anne-Marie’s P.O.V“I’m a mom.” The words spill out of me before I can process them, my eyes falling to the ground for a minute. For some reason, my mind wanders to the fact that he actually saw my text that I had some time to spare on Sunday evening, but didn’t respond. I know I’m overthinking; I know he’s been sick, but… I press my lips together, lift my gaze to his again, and add: “If I could take more time off, I think I would, so I’d spend more time with her. I’m sorry an hour and thirty minutes was not enough for you.”“I didn’t–” He blinks, lowering the compress from his head. “What are you saying?”I just stare at him as Clinton’s discourteous words come back to taunt me.“What’s this about?”I shake my head, step back, and say, “Just get some rest. I’ll be outside,” I turn, strolling off.“Anne-Marie?”My feet halt a few steps from the door; I shut my eyes for a second, but I don’t look over my shoulder.“How was New Jersey?” “It was fine.”“Look at me. Come on. I’m a sick a
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