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“It looks like it’s going to rain. I should’ve brought my umbrella,” I thought while standing at the bus stop. I’d been waiting for about fifteen minutes and hoped the bus would come before the rain started.I still felt a little sad about selling my bike, but at least I was happy that I could help my brother when he needed it. If only I had helped Brian like this in my previous life, maybe he would have stayed by my side. Still, I was glad I could do the right thing this time.Just then, I saw my bus approaching. "Good thing I left home on time today," I thought with relief. When the bus stopped, I noticed most of the seats were already taken except for the last one in the back, so I went and sat there.It would take about an hour to reach the hospital, so I took my headphones out of the bag, connected them to my phone, and started listening to my favorite songs.Last night, I got home late, and because of that, I couldn’t sleep well. So, I closed my eyes. With the soft music playing

Howard steps into his grandfather’s hospital room. The faint scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mixing with the subtle warmth of the sun filtering through the window’s thin curtains. Mr. Wendell sits ready in his chair, his eyes sharp and expectant as they lock onto Howard. His voice cuts through the quiet hum of the hospital corridor: "You should have been here fifteen seconds ago."Howard’s boots scrape softly against the linoleum as he approaches. His voice carries a weight of exhaustion balanced with apology: "Please forgive me, Grandfather. I’ve faced many things today already." Mr. Wendell’s gaze shifts downward, landing on the soaked, mud-splattered coat clinging to Howard’s shoulders, the fabric damp and heavy."What’s all this? Since when do you wander about like this?" His words are both concerned and commanding. Howard exhales deeply, the moisture in the room catching on his breath. "It’s a long story. For now, please come. I’ll take you to the car."Mr. Wendell nods, hi

Mr. Wendell is already seated in the car when I step outside. The morning light glints softly off the windshield, and for the first time that day, I allow myself a small smile. “I hope you won’t have to come back here again,” I say, trying to keep my tone light.He smiles back, that calm, fatherly warmth in his eyes. “Not for my health, I hope,” he says with quiet humor. Then, his voice turns softer. “But perhaps I’ll come back to see my future granddaughter-in-law.”The words hit harder than I expect. My smile fades. The sting of Howard’s cruel voice from just minutes ago still echoes in my head—every hateful word he threw at me is still bleeding somewhere deep inside. My chest tightens, and for a moment, I don’t even know how to breathe.He believes I’ll change his grandson. That somehow my love—or whatever remains of it—can fix the damage inside Howard Carter. But how do you heal someone who enjoys breaking you?I take a slow breath. “Mr. Wendell,” I begin, my voice quieter, “I thi

Dinner was always quiet in the Valco house, but that night the silence felt heavier than usual—thick with all the things no one ever said. I sat across from my father, watching him slice his steak with mechanical precision.Then, without looking up, he said sharply, “Brian, you’ve been coming home late these days. Can I know what you’re busy with?”Brian froze. He didn’t answer, his eyes flicking in my direction for a brief moment before dropping back to his plate.My mother’s voice cut through the silence. “Your father asked you something, Brian. Are you planning to turn rebellious like your sister now?”I stiffened, swallowing my anger. It was always like this—silence mistaken for obedience, obedience mistaken for worth.Brian stayed quiet, which only made Father angrier. His palm slammed against the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Answer me, you useless boy!”Before I could stop myself, I spoke. “He joined the baseball club. That’s why he’s been coming home late. He sta

Elysium Boutique—New York’s most exclusive destination for couture fashion and luxury accessories. The kind of place where a single dress could cost more than most people’s yearly salary.Howard’s car came to a smooth stop outside the grand glass-fronted building. Anastasia’s excitement was almost palpable. Before the chauffeur could even open the door, she stepped out, her heels clicking against the marble pavement as she hurried toward the entrance.Inside, the boutique glimmered with soft golden light and the faint scent of expensive perfume. Rows of designer gowns shimmered under crystal chandeliers, each more exquisite than the last.Ela Lumière, the boutique’s poised and elegant owner, looked up from her desk the instant Anastasia walked in. Recognition flashed across her face, and she immediately stepped forward with a warm smile.“Miss Anastasia,” she greeted, her French accent lilting and polished. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”Of course, it was no surprise—everyone in