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I made my way carefully through the wreckage, avoiding stepping on broken glass and torn fabric. Olivia kept talking, her voice a lifeline as I cataloged the damage. The bathroom mirror was shattered. My bed had been stripped, the mattress slashed. Even the cheap set of plates I'd bought at a discount store had been smashed against the kitchen floor.A knock at the door made me jump."That's probably the police," I told Olivia, making my way back to the entrance.But it wasn't the police.Alex stood in the hallway, concern etched across his features, his normally perfect suit slightly rumpled as if he'd rushed over. For a moment, we just stared at each other."Olivia called me," he said finally, answering my unspoken question.I pressed the phone back to my ear. "You called Alex?""Of course I did." Olivia's voice was unapologetic. "You need someone there now, not in forty minutes when I can fight through traffic. Plus, he's got resources."“You didn’t think to tell me?”Behind Alex, t
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Alex stood by the door, watching me with an unreadable expression. "You shouldn't stay here tonight.""I'm not leaving." The words came out harsher than intended. "This is my home.""Maya..." His voice softened. "The locks are compromised. The place is a mess. At least let me call someone to secure the door properly."I sighed, looking around at the devastation. He was right, but the thought of leaving—of letting Daniel win—made my blood boil."Fine. Call someone for the locks. But I'm staying."His lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded, pulling out his phone. While he arranged for an emergency locksmith, I began picking up the larger pieces of debris, needing to do something with my hands. I gathered the torn pages of my journals, carefully stacking what remained. Some designs could be salvaged. Others were gone forever.After he finished his call, Alex hesitated, then removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "Where do you want to start?"I blinked at him, surprised.
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The alarm shrieked like a banshee, dragging me from what little sleep I'd managed to find. My eyes felt like they'd been rolled in sand, and my back ached from the awkward position I'd maintained all night—half-sitting against the headboard, knife clutched in my hand. I'd dozed off around four, only to jerk awake at every creak and groan the building made."Fuck this," I muttered, silencing the alarm and dragging myself to the bathroom.The face in the mirror looked like shit. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my skin had the sallow tinge of exhaustion. I splashed cold water on my face, willing the fog to clear from my brain.Coffee. I needed coffee.But the kitchen was still a disaster zone, broken dishes scattered across the counter. I hadn't gotten around to cleaning that part yet. Daniel had been thorough in his destruction, not leaving a single mug intact.My phone buzzed with a text from Olivia.On my way with coffee and bagels. Don't argue.I smiled despite everything. What did
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