LOGINLEAH'S POVWe both turn to the doctor standing in the doorway. Emily pulls away from me heading towards the doctor, she wipes her face with her sleeve,her hands are shaking."I'm Emily. That's my dad. Is he...is he okay?"The doctor walks towards her and takes her hand“Your father has a concussion, some broken ribs, and a laceration on his forehead that requires stitches…but it could have been much worse for now though he's stable.”Emily’s leg gives out and I catch her wrapping my hands around her waist and we both let out breaths we didn't know we were holding."Can I see him?" she asks."He's resting. We're keeping him for observation tonight. You can see him for a few minutes, but he needs to rest."She pulls away from me and heads towards his room while I stand in the waiting room.She stops and turns to me “Why are you standing there Leah…Come with me."I freeze. "Em... are you sure…""Please." Her voice cracks. "I can't go in there alone."I look at her, the girl who had alw
LEAH POVMy phone buzzes on the counter, the caller ID shows Emily. Finally, she's calling.I swipe to answer."Hey, Em. I was thinking about you. I had my first day at the boutique and—""Leah."Something in her voice stops me"Em? What's wrong?""It's my dad." Her voice cracks. "There was an accident. He crashed his car."The glass I am holding slips from my hand, hits the floor, and cracks, water spreads across the wood."What? Is he okay? What happened?" I ask."I don't know. I got a call from the hospital asking me to come in. They said he hit a tree….”I hear her voice crack and she begins breathing too fast she was about to have a panic attack. “He was driving and hit a tree. They said he was…" "Emily, listen to me slow down. Breathe." I press the phone tighter to my ear. "Where is he?""Jackson Memorial Hospital. I'm in a cab now but I don't…I don't know what to do. I called Marcus,He says he's on his way but I can't be alone, Leah. Please." She cries."I'm coming. Stay on t
LEAH POV The morning is slow and I thought it would remain that way but fate had other plans for me.I walk the racks, straightening hangers and memorizing where things go. I learn the difference between a size 4 and a size 6, between a petite and a regular.Sofia is at the register, checking something on her phone that seems to be the only thing she does, Mariana is steaming a rack of dresses near the fitting room.I'm folding a stack of sweaters when the door chimes and a woman walks in. She looks to be in her forties, her hair pulled back tight with high sunglasses shoved up on her head.She's holding a garment bag like she's carrying something dead.Sofia moves to welcome her “Good morning ma'am. How can I help …”She cuts her off “Don't just get me someone who can actually do their job.”Sofia's smile falters and she takes a step back Mariana walks towards her but the woman's eyes land on me.“You” she points at me “come here.”I look around pointing to myself to make sure I h
LEAH POVMonday morning comes faster than I want it to.I stand in front of my closet, staring at the hangers with only five blouses,three pairs of pants, and two skirts.I've been cycling through the same clothes for the past year, anytime I plan to buy something new something else comes up.I pull out a cream blouse and hold it up against me. There's a small stain near the collar, it's coffee from last month that never came out no matter how hard I wash.I put it back and try the white one as I button them up some come loose I sigh and put it back.I pick up the cream colored one against, the stain, which is small, maybe no one will notice.I pair it with black pants, my only pair that still fits for now they are faded at the knee but at least not ripped. Not yet.I pull out the only pair of flats that doesn't squeak when I walk.Emily would have known what I should wear, she'd pull something from her own closet if she had to, hold it against me, and if she didn't like the fit we ke
DAMIEN POVThe penthouse is empty when I get home, Emily is still at Leah's.I head to the wine cabinet and pull out a glass, I pour myself two fingers of whiskey, the bottle clinks against the rim. I tilt my head back and down everything all at once letting it burn my throat.Don't touch me, Don't come near, Don't text, Don't call me.Her voice keeps echoing in my head over and over again. The way her voice cracked when she said it and the way she looked at me…like I'm some monster.I pour myself another glass… and down it again, then I pick up the bottle and begin drinking from it.I set the glass down on the counter, it hits harder than I intended. The whiskey sloshes up the sides and nearly spills.I look around for my keys, grab them, and head out the door.I head downtown to a club I own in Brickell, thankful I didn't get pulled over by a cop.It's a private club with no sign, just a steel door at the bottom of a stairwell.I pull the door open and the sound hits me, bass so de
LEAH POVI walk into the living room and find Emily fast asleep on the couch, curled up and covered in a blanket.I come closer to her and cover her properly with the blanket.If only she knew I just sent her father away.She turns and snuggles the pillow closer muttering something under her breath, her phone is on the floor beside her, she must have dropped it there. She looks so serene oblivious of the chaos around her.She isn't aware that I sent her father away because I was scared, too scared for her, too scared to let him in.I go back to my room and close the door.The purple elephant lies on my nightstand I gently pick it up and run my finger over the satin bow.I think of the proud look on Ethan’s face when he handed it to me. Then Damien’s face flashes through my mind…the way his face fell when I told him to leave.I set the elephant on my pillow, pull out my phone, and send a quick message to Ethan.Thank you for today and for everything.I take a photo of the elephant and





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