Scarlet had only gotten together with Marcus two months ago, but he had already repeatedly used his busy work schedule as an excuse to make Scarlet take care of his mother, Anne Jenkins, and pick up his sister, Mabel Crosby, from school.I had tried countless times to talk sense into Scarlet, telling her that Marcus wasn't right for her. Each time, though, she accused me of being rude, insisting that Marcus only asked her to do these things because he loved her."Alright, then. I'll go now," Scarlet said at once without hesitation, despite the heat being unbearable that day. After hanging up, she began packing up her things and prepared to head out.I walked right past her, no longer wanting to get involved in her business.I scrolled through a few housing listings on my phone, searching for a place to escape the first wave of extreme heat.Knowing Scarlet's savior complex, I didn't know what the resources in our home would look like by the end of the apocalypse. I had to be prepa
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