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Chapters 7 Seeds of a Plan
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REBORN BEFORE THE END: MY EX'S FAMILY WILL STARVE FIRST Chapters 7 Seeds of a Plan
I didn't invite him in.I stood in my own doorway with a paper cup of black coffee going cold in my hand and looked at the man who had just asked to be on a list I hadn't told him existed."What list?" I said.Idris Calder did not blink. He had the stillness of someone who had spent a long time being very quiet in places where noise was a mistake. "The kind a person makes when she's decided the world has a deadline.""That's a lot to read into a few sleeping bags.""It wasn't the sleeping bags." He nodded past my shoulder, at the stacked cartons I'd left in the living room. "You bought four pallets and sold a third of them by lunch. The rest, you're keeping. Nobody keeps thermal blankets in December unless she plans to need them." A pause. "And the notebook on your kitchen table has a date circled three times."I turned my head. The notebook was open. I had circled March twelfth so hard that the pen had gone through the page.I walked over, closed it, and came back. It was too late
REBORN BEFORE THE END: MY EX'S FAMILY WILL STARVE FIRST CHAPTER 6 First Condition Complete
I started with the lightest boxes first, the hand warmers, and I carried them up one at a time, my arms burning, my legs aching, my breath coming in clouds. Garrick's mother had spent six years telling me I was soft. I had never once been asked to prove otherwise. On my fifth trip, I rounded the second landing and nearly collided with a pair of broad shoulders. "Careful," said Idris. He was holding the other end of a sleeping-bag carton before I could say a word. He didn't ask. He just took the weight, easily, as if it were nothing. "I've got it," I said. "I know you do." He started up the stairs. "I'm helping anyway." I decided not to argue. We carried the pallets up in silence. Twenty minutes, forty boxes, and neither of us said a single word that wasn't about corners and doors. When the last carton was stacked inside my living room, I leaned against the wall, panting, my hair stuck to my forehead. "Thank you," I said. "Really." "You're welcome." "About la
REBORN BEFORE THE END: MY EX'S FAMILY WILL STARVE FIRST Chapter 5: First Earn
He was a boy in an expensive shirt who had never once been told no. "Dess. Babe. Come on. Let's talk about this. You're being hysterical." "I'm very calm," I said. "Please leave." He changed tactics, the way he always did. His face softened, and his voice dropped, and he reached for my hand. "I love you. You know that. I was going to tell you—" "About Cressida?" He jerked back as if I'd slapped him. "Out," I said. It took another four minutes, a few more insults from Winnifred, and a threat from Garrick that I wouldn't last a month on my own, before they finally went. At the door, Garrick turned back with a look so full of poison that it would have terrified me once. "You think you're so smart," he said softly. "You think this is over? Check your bank account, Dess." Then he slammed the door. The apartment went quiet. I stood very still. The china gleamed on the table, the good plates, the untouched roast chicken, and I started to shake. Not from fear.
REBORN BEFORE THE END: MY EX'S FAMILY WILL STARVE FIRST Chapter 4: The Recording
I had signed my home away with a smile because a woman in pearls had said the word burden in a gentle voice. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction twice. "That's so thoughtful," I said, and widened my eyes just a little. "I just want to make sure I understand. If it's in the trust, I could still sell it, right? Who'd have the final say?" "Garrick would, of course." Winnifred waved a hand. "But you'd never need to." "And the investment account." I tilted my head, the very picture of a trusting girlfriend. "Where is the money now, exactly? I'm just curious. In case someone asks me at work." Garrick's fork went still. "Babe—" "It's perfectly safe," Winnifred said smoothly. "Everything's in HV Holdings. Garrick has handled it beautifully." "Mom," Garrick hissed. "Oh, she's family, Garrick." Winnifred sipped her wine, utterly at ease. "Besides, she wouldn't understand it if you drew her a picture. It's the reason we're doing this, dear. Once the apartment is
REBORN BEFORE THE END: MY EX'S FAMILY WILL STARVE FIRST Chapter 3: Dinner of Vipers
He had full access to this account. So I opened a different bank's app, one I had never used, set up a new account with my own ID, and moved every cent I could. It took twelve minutes and two verification codes. When it was done, the old account held exactly twelve dollars and sixty cents. I looked at that number and thought, Keep it, Garrick. Buy yourself a sandwich. It felt strange, how quickly my hands knew what to do. In my first life, I had spent six years believing I was bad with money, because that was what everyone told me. But I had run shipments across three states. I had balanced budgets for entire warehouses. I had simply never been allowed to apply any of it to myself I was good at this. I had always been good at this. Nobody had ever told me, because it had been so much more convenient for them if I didn't know. It was nearly eleven when I finally stopped, my coffee cold, my phone full of proof. I sat there in the quiet kitchen, listening to the refrige
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Morning, sleepyhead." He ruffled my hair on his way to the closet, the way you'd pat a pet. "You were out cold. Did you take your pills last night?" "I think so," I said, and my voice came out normal. That surprised me. "I'm still tired." "Rest, then. Big night tonight." He didn't look back. He was flipping through shirts. "Mom's coming for dinner. We need to have a talk about the apartment." The apartment. I knew exactly how this conversation went. I had lived it once. Winnifred would arrive with a folder and a smile. Garrick would hold my hand and say it's just paperwork, babe, it'll protect us. And I would sign, because I trusted them, and because I was tired, and because I had never learned to believe my own instincts. "Sure," I said softly. "Whatever you think is best." He kissed my forehead and went to take a call in the living room, humming. He didn't even glance at me. I waited until his voice faded down the hall. His phone was on the nightstand on his side of th
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