Melissa stood by the front door of her apartment, carefully lacing up her flat shoes. She rotated her ankle, testing the joint. The sharp, biting pain that had plagued her for the past two days had dulled to a manageable throb. It was almost back to normal, much like her resolve. She grabbed her purse and her car keys, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was finally going to the hospital. She had to see Colin.Just as she pulled the front door open, a figure stepped onto her porch, blocking her path.Melissa flinched, her hand instinctively tightening around the doorframe. It was Richard. He looked a far cry from the polished, arrogant man who usually shadowed Adrian. His tie was slightly loosened, and there were dark, exhausted circles under his eyes. He was a man desperately trying to clean up his own mess, looking for a lifeboat as Adrian’s ship went down."Melissa," Richard said, offering a tentative, practiced smile."Richard. What are you doing here?"
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