LOGINI didn't answer.From that day on, Gavin appeared outside my building every single day.When I went out for my morning walk, he was there.When I came down in the evening, he was there.Wind or rain made no difference.At first, the neighbors thought it was romantic. People passing by remarked on how devoted he must be to wait there day after day.But eventually, they noticed how I reacted to him.And they understood: this wasn't devotion. It was obsession. He was harassing someone who'd already told him no.The sympathetic comments stopped.People began talking about how he couldn't respect boundaries. How embarrassing his relentless pursuit was. How a man who'd failed to appreciate someone when she loved him had no right to play the tragic romantic hero afterward.Through every apology and plea, I treated Gavin as if he weren't there.I crossed the street when I saw him. I walked past him without looking up. I never answered a single question.I didn't turn around. Didn't
For the next six months, I lived more freely than I ever had before.I didn't have to arrange my life around someone else's preferences. I didn't have to manage someone else's moods or make myself smaller to keep the peace.I thought Gavin and I would never cross paths again.But now and then, mutual friends brought me news.They said he was searching for me like a man possessed.He barely worked anymore. He went everywhere asking if anyone had seen me.He visited every place we'd ever gone together and plastered missing-person flyers across entire neighborhoods.He even went to the police.But when officers confirmed that I was safe, that I'd left voluntarily, and that I wasn't missing, they refused to give him my address or any other private information.Everyone told him to move on.They said there was no sense clinging to someone who had already walked away.He wouldn't listen.None of their advice changed his mind.I heard it all without feeling a thing.If only he'd
Gavin staggered, barely able to remain on his feet.He stared at Sylvie as though he'd never seen her before."You still think Nina just left because she was in a bad mood, don't you?" Sylvie asked coldly.He swallowed. "What else would it be?"Sylvie let out a scornful laugh."You're so moved by your own devotion."You think she's sulking? She's finally seen you clearly. She's done wasting her life on you."You broke her heart over and over, and now you're going to stand there telling me how much you love her? It's pathetic."Gavin's expression turned thunderous."Shut up."Get out. Now."It was the first time he'd spoken to Sylvie like that.She stared at him, eyes reddening."I've been beside you all these years, and you can't appreciate one thing I've done? What makes Nina so special that she deserves all your love?"Gavin didn't want to hear another word."I'm only going to say this one more time. Get out."Sylvie stopped pretending to be fragile."Why should I? I
Gavin sat on the edge of Nina's bed, hollowed out by regret.A noise came from the doorway.He jerked his head up. A fragile hope sparked in his eyes."Nina?"Did you come back? I know I was wrong. Can you please forgive me?"He hurried toward the sound.The hope vanished as soon as he saw who it was.Sylvie stood in the doorway with Pearl in her arms."Gavin, why are you sitting here all alone?" she asked softly. "I stopped by your place and you weren't home. You didn't answer my messages either. What's happened?"Desolation settled over his face."Nina moved out. I can't find her."For an instant, something like delight flashed in Sylvie's eyes. She quickly replaced it with concern."Oh no. Is she still throwing a tantrum?""It's my fault," Gavin said hoarsely. "I was such an idiot. We were half a mile from the airport, and I turned around because of Pearl. There was nothing wrong with her."If I'd just kept driving, maybe Nina wouldn't be so angry."He held on to one
Gavin Prescott stopped dead, as if he'd just heard something impossible."Moved out?"When? Why didn't I know?"Kessler kept gathering abandoned odds and ends, plainly irritated."I just told you. Five days ago."Poor girl even gave up a month's security deposit. Just up and left."Gavin remembered Nina saying they were breaking up.He'd assumed she was angry and that a few sweet words would bring her around.Now, at last, he understood she had meant it.He'd even congratulated himself on how unusually quiet and agreeable she'd been toward the end.That wasn't obedience. It was what happened when someone had run out of love."That can't be right," he murmured, panic rising in his voice. "She wouldn't just leave me."She was happy when I proposed. I know she was..."Kessler stopped working and cut him off. "She left something valuable behind. If you've got a way to reach her, tell her to pick it up. Otherwise I'll have to dispose of it."Gavin looked up in a daze.In Kess
It wasn't until we got downstairs that I realized Sylvie was coming with us.She settled into the front passenger seat with her little white dog, Pearl, in her lap.The trunk was crammed with pet supplies. There was no room for my suitcase.Gavin laid it across my injured legs instead.One corner struck my cracked ribs as I shifted under the weight. Pain blurred my vision.He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Hang on. We're almost there."We were less than half a mile from the airport when the hospital called."Ms. Bellamy, your father's condition is critical," a nurse said. "If the family has anything left to say to him, now is the time."She put the phone to Dad's ear.Through his labored breathing, I heard him struggle to say, "Nina..."Tears streamed down my face. "Dad, wait for me. I'm at the airport. I'm coming."An alarm shrieked on the other end. Someone ended the call in a rush."Gavin, please hurry. My dad doesn't have much time."At that moment, Pearl threw







