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My fragile heart was still recovering from the crushing weight of disappointment as the metallic elevator doors slid open. I stepped inside and immediately pressed the button for the ground floor, bypassing the top floor entirely. I had previously promised Derick that I would return to my desk and finish up that massive pile of audited files, but to hell with all of that right now.Susan flashed me a soft smile as I turned around to face her b55.TWELVE HOURS NOTICE TO VACATE.The bright red, printed text blared like an alarm in the dimly lit hallway. Twelve hours. Mr. Higgins hadn't even given me until tomorrow afternoon. By eight o'clock tomorrow morning, a locksmith would be standing right here to change the locks, and my meager possessions would be hauled out onto the curb.A cold wave of panic crashed over me, turning my blood to ice. I was completely doomed.My phone felt like a block of lead in my trembling hand. Susan had blocked me, her stinging words; selfish, fake friend, still echoing in my head like a cruel physical mark. My father was hundreds of miles away, frail and heartbroken in a town I couldn't afford to reach. I had no savings, no safety net, and no shelter.Desperation clawed at my chest. I turned my head, my eyes lingering on the closed door directly across the hall.Ricky.He had confessed his feel
54. I sat on the edge of my unmade bed, the cold silence of my empty apartment settling over me like a heavy lead blanket. The warmth of Ricky’s apartment and his gentle confession still lingered in my mind, but a deep, gnawing wave of guilt was already eating away at my stomach. Ricky was sweet, honest, and entirely devoted. But Susan... Susan was my best friend. She had been harboring a massive, quiet crush on him ever since the last time she had set her eyes on him. She had been texting me constantly about him, talking about his smile, and how she can’t stop thinking about him. I pulled my phone out of my coat pocket, my hands trembling slightly as I unlocked the screen. I have to tell her, I thought, my chest tightening with anxious dread. She deserves to hear it from me before she hears it from anyone else. I opened our chat thread and typed out a quick, careful message, trying
53. I stared at him, my mouth slightly open, my mind struggling to process the raw honesty in his warm brown eyes. Just a minute ago, we were talking about my best friend’s obvious crush on him, and now the entire direction of the conversation had flipped on its head.Before I could even gather my scattered thoughts to form a response, Ricky leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees as he searched my face."Are you in a relationship, Ava?" he asked softly, his tone laced with a gentle, cautious curiosity. "Is there someone else?"The question hit me like a splash of ice water.Are you in a relationship?Instantly, without my permission, my mind flashed to a piercing set of dark eyes, and a tall, commanding silhouette.Derick.My stomach did a violent, unsettling flip. Why was he the first person who popped into my head? Derick Stone was the arrogant, ruthless h
52.Immediately the cab pulled up to the curb of my apartment building, I practically threw myself out onto the sidewalk, my feet hitting the familiar, cracked pavement with a grounding thud. The cold city wind whipped past my face, but for the first time all day, I felt like I could actually breathe. I had called my mother on that sidewalk outside the hospital, screaming my hatred into the receiver. I needed to unleash all my anger on her and somehow, it had worked.Dragging my feet up the three carpeted flights of stairs felt like climbing a mountain. My entire body still ached with a bone weary exhaustion.When I got to the top floor, I reached into my pocket for my keys, my head hanging low as I stepped toward my apartment door."Ava?"A gentle, friendly voice broke through the silence of the hallway.I paused, turning my head to see Ricky stepping out from the apartment directly across from mine. He w
51.I opened my mouth to protest, to beg him to stay, to fight the absurd idea of him moving miles away to a small town up north. The words burned in my throat, ready to spill over into a desperate plea.Stay, Dad. Please stay here with me.But as I looked at the fragile, broken man weeping silently into his white hospital pillow, the words died before they could reach my lips.What was the point?What was the point of using my selfish desires to chain him to a city that was actively killing his spirit? What was the point of forcing him to stay when in less than forty eight hours, I wouldn't even have a roof over my own head? In two days, Mr. Higgins would slap a heavy padlock on my door. I would be homeless, standing on the curb with my meager belongings stuffed into black trash bags. I couldn't host him, I couldn't care for him, and I certainly couldn't protect him from the relentless, suffocating news of Luc
50. “How are you doing? How are things at the shop?" I blurted out the question in an attempt to shift the attention from me.Mark blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in focus. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, letting out a heavy, tired sigh as he leaned back against the vinyl armchair."I'm surviving, Ava. Picked up extra night shifts at the garage to stay float," Mark murmured, his voice laced with a weary weight. He paused, looking over at my father’s sleeping form on the narrow hospital bed before turning his eyes back to me. "Actually... Uncle Edward and I were talking yesterday before he drifted off. He told me... well, he made me promise something."I frowned, a faint flicker of worry tugging at my chest. "Promise what?""He told me that as soon as the doctors give him the green light and discharge him from the hospital, he wants me to come get him," Mark said quietly, his gaze fixed steadily on mine.







