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his hand move to stroke a stray strand of my hair, “and every night after that.” I think of the papers stacked on my mother’s table, my father staring blankly at the TV, Ethan’s shallow breathing, the men who came to our door last month, smiling like predators who know you have no options and I wonder how much longer I can pretend any of this will fix itself. “Seven days, love.” He steps closer, lifting my chin until our lips are inches apart. “That’s how long I’m willing to wait. After that, this opportunity disappears like it was never real.”

Second brother" said that there was no one there. Next time he was going to work abroad again, so he wanted the two of us to go there to see the house. He woke up early in the morning to find a little girl lying in his lap. Her lovely face made him drunk with love. Should he bring her with him or not? But if you want to take her, you have to take the other tail. The remaining time is 28 days. He goes on a business trip for 5 days and has 23 days left. During these 23 days, he will spend all his time with her.

“Don’t worry, hon. My first time I was exactly the same, but Fred’s the best. He’ll look after you.” “Thanks, Sarah,” I respond, her happy nature putting me at ease. She grabs me a glass of water as I sit down on the sofa to wait. I am relieved that it is only a couple of minutes before Fred comes out to fetch me. As Fred guides me into the back room, I can see everything has been set up, ready for me. I take a gulp of air, but Fred just smiles at me. Suddenly a thoughtful expression crosses his face and he asks,” I meant to check yesterday that you aren’t pregnant?” “Oh,” I say quietly. “Um, actually, I am. Just over two months. Sorry, I didn’t even think to say something yesterday.”

He frowned. “You’re negotiating the wrong direction.” “I know.” “Four.” “Seven.” “Three.” “Seven.” “Fine. Seven.” I smiled. “Good boy.” His eyes darkened. Everyone went silent. Chase groaned. Damion looked confused. Lydia started laughing. Nicholas stared at me. “You are playing a dangerous game.” I leaned closer. “Seven days.” His hand came carefully around my waist. “Seven days.” “Rest.” “Yes.” “Doctor’s orders.”

The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years. [Brody said that this is the 80th week since I got transient global amnesia, and this is the hell he’s made for me. [Someone, please save me…] Every page contained a desperate cry for help, but no one could answer it. Even if I did not have my passport, I could still leave this place first. So, I approached the door with only the clothes on my back. But when I grabbed the door knob, I could not open it, even though I had just opened the door yesterday when a package arrived.

“Right, we only have fifteen days left to complete thirty days and I know how you must feel about me but that won’t change how I feel about you either.” “I don’t understand Mariano. What do you mean?” I asked confused. “What am trying to say is that, I just want to spend the remain last fifteen days with you alone.” This time, I was totally dumbfounded. I had no idea of what to say to him neither could I think of the words to say. He had sealed off my lips completely. We finished with our dinner and made our exit. Taking the next few steps, the sky began to let down it’s downpour of water. It was accompanied with cold air.

Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

"He thinks he’s the best player in this game. He doesn't realize he’s the one who hired the person who’s going to destroy him." ​He walked over to the island and sat between them. He looked at the pages Danny had been annotating. ​"Three months," Scarlett said. ​"Ninety days," Xavier corrected. "And we’re going to use every second of them.”

Eliza's POV Four months. One hundred and twenty-seven days since Scott was led away in handcuffs. One hundred and twenty-seven nights of sleeping in a bed that felt increasingly like mine, in an apartment that had stopped being temporary somewhere along the way. One hundred and twenty-seven mornings of waking up to coffee already brewed and Adam already working, because he rose before dawn and filled the silence with purpose.