All Chapters of Among the Quiet Ruins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.She straightened the stack of patient forms on the reception counter for the third time. Habit, not necessity. A distraction, not organization.It was 9:26 a.m., just a minute before they usually arrived.Right on cue, the glass doors swished open.Lola glanced up and felt her chest tighten, a sensation she had tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore for weeks now. Melvin Walker walked in first, holding the door steady with one arm as he guided his wife’s wheelchair inside. Morning light splashed behind them, giving the moment a soft

The next week crawled by with the slow, uneasy anticipation of a storm that refused to break. Lola went about her days pretending everything inside her wasn’t shifting in dangerous ways. The Walkers were scheduled for Tuesday, and though she didn’t want to admit it, she counted down to the moment she would see them again.But she didn’t expect Melvin to arrive alone.The doors slid open at 9:31 a.m., the morning light spilling around him. No wheelchair. No Emily. Just Melvin, carrying a worn messenger bag and a heaviness that nearly staggered him.Lola stood immediately. “Melvin? Are you....... where’s Emily?”He approached the counter slowly, as if each step cost him something. “She’s home today,” he said quietly. “Too weak to come.”Concern washed through Lola. “I’m sorry.”His jaw tightened. “She told me to go without her. Said I looked like I needed fresh air.” His laugh was rough and humorless. “Not exactly fresh air here, but… I didn’t argue.”He looked up at Lola then, really l

The kiss lingered in Lola’s mind for days, haunting her in quiet moments. She replayed it when brushing her teeth, when folding laundry, when lying awake at night staring at the ceiling. It had been soft, tender, full of unspoken grief, but it was enough to shift everything.She dreaded seeing him again.She needed to see him again.On Thursday, life made the choice for her.Emily was scheduled for a longer appointment. When Melvin came in, pushing his wife’s wheelchair, the tension between him and Lola was palpable, an electric quiet that neither acknowledged.“Morning,” Lola said softly.“Morning,” Melvin replied, his voice rough like he’d been rehearsing what not to say.Emily raised a brow at both of them. “Why do you two look like you robbed a bank together?”Lola nearly dropped the clipboard. “What? No..... I......”Melvin coughed loudly. “Ignore her. She’s in one of her moods.”Emily smirked. “One of my moods is better than none.”After they were checked in, Maria took Emily to

After the rainstorm, everything changed, quietly, but decisively.Melvin didn’t text, didn’t call. He kept his distance for four days, and Lola tried to convince herself that the space was good. Necessary. Healthy.But on the fifth night, everything cracked.She was closing the clinic when she heard hurried footsteps. The doors slid open, and Melvin stepped inside, drenched again, not from rain this time, but from panic.“Melvin?” Lola rushed to him. “What happened? Where’s Emily?”“She’s asleep,” he said breathlessly. “I… I left a neighbor with her. I just..... ” He stopped, bending over slightly as if catching his breath. “I needed to see you.”Lola’s heart twisted. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I know,” he whispered. “But the last few days… Lola, I feel like I’m unraveling.”She closed the distance between them. “What’s going on?”He ran a trembling hand over his face. “She asked me today if I had someone I talked to when things felt too heavy. I almost said your name.”Lola’s breath s

The days after Emily’s passing unfolded in slow motion.Melvin drifted through them like a ghost, and Lola hovered nearby, unsure how close she was allowed to be. She attended the small memorial service only because Melvin asked her to. His voice had been quiet, trembling: “Please… just be there.”So she sat in the back row, hands clasped tightly in her lap, body aching with the weight of every unspoken secret. Emily’s family filled the first rows; friends came next. Lola kept her head low, feeling like an intruder and yet knowing Emily herself had wanted her there.Melvin spoke during the service. His voice cracked only once, when he said: “She was my home.”Lola swallowed the lump in her throat, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.Afterward, as people hugged Melvin, offering condolences, she lingered near the exit. She didn’t want to be seen as someone claiming space she wasn’t entitled to. She wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t even his public friend.She was the secret.When the cro