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Then… “Do you want me to come over?” “No.” I meant it. “I need to think. I’ll call you later.” I hung up and finished the tea and stood at the window for a long time. The strange thing was not the grief, there was grief, real and specific, the loss of something that had been briefly, fully alive. The strange thing was what sat underneath the grief. Something I had not expected to find there. Something that was almost, relief. Not because it was over. Because now I knew.

As for all those people whom I couldn't bring myself to deal with out of sentiment, Michael handled them one by one without mercy. One of the company's elders, Isaiah Norton, stormed into my office after being called in. He said indignantly, "Ms. Sarandon, these outsiders are pointing fingers at us on our turf. Aren't you going to do anything about it? I've stood with this company through thick and thin for so many years. But now, they want me to retire. I won't accept this!" He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling. But I remained unmoved as I watched him silently.

Their marriage had been his first and only failure. “The terms are non-negotiable,” he said, sliding the stack of documents toward her. His fingers didn’t tremble. Not even a little. “You’ll get the Tribeca loft, three million in cash, and a monthly stipend for the rest of your life. You’ll sign a non-disclosure agreement – no interviews, no tell-alls. And you’ll agree to stay away from Cross Industries and all its subsidiaries.” Stay away. As if she’d ever wanted anything from him but love.

I sat on the edge of the bed and held my mother’s cold hand as waves of fear washed over me. Chelsea pushed open the door and walked in. “Get out,” I said in a hoarse voice without looking up. Chelsea paused, then walked to the foot of the bed. Her voice was stiff. “I am here to inform you that Madam Scott was agitated, and her heart rate has not stabilized. Tomorrow’s surgery is canceled. She needs rest and observation.” I stayed silent and held my mother’s hand even tighter. Chelsea looked at my pale face and suddenly sneered. “Jensen, where is your wife? Something happened to your mom, yet your wife did not even bother to come.”

CATHERINE'S POV The hum of jazz and low chatter filled the Celeste Lounge, its dim lights painting gold streaks across the tables. Sarah sat with an effortless smile, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the woman beside her. "She's something, huh?" Rebecca leaned in and whispered, her voice low enough for only Sarah to hear. "That's Melody Strider. Granddaughter of a retired minister in Norfolk. Anyone close to her doesn't have to worry about climbing the ladder."

Aрrіl оnlу wеnt tо twо ѕеѕѕіоnѕ bеfоrе ѕhе stopped showing up аll tоgеthеr. Shе’ѕ nоtеd аѕ having a сlаѕѕіс case оf rерrеѕѕеd grief, presenting іn gеnеrаl аnxіеtу. Thеrе’ѕ nо documentation оf thе rеаѕоnѕ. Thіѕ іnfоrmаtіоn lіnеѕ uр wіth what Carrie mеntіоnеd аbоut April bеіng a worrier, аnd I’m ѕurрrіѕеd Cаrrіе even managed to соnvіnсе her tо соmе tо Nеw Yоrk fоr a girl’s mini-break.

, I said with concern. He smiled and walked back, "No thank you, I don't take advice from strangers. And besides it's not something that can be solved, you won't get it". I again started to walk after him. "Then enlighten me..." "You must be very lonely ....I am sorry young lady, but I must go now", he abruptly cut the conversation and left. I stopped walking and looked at him as he slowly disappeared. Why did he give me a strange feeling? It almost felt comforting...Maybe it was because it meant I wasn't alone in the woods....

Aрrіl оnlу wеnt tо twо ѕеѕѕіоnѕ bеfоrе ѕhе stopped showing up аll tоgеthеr. Shе’ѕ nоtеd аѕ having a сlаѕѕіс case оf rерrеѕѕеd grief, presenting іn gеnеrаl аnxіеtу. Thеrе’ѕ nо documentation оf thе rеаѕоnѕ. Thіѕ іnfоrmаtіоn lіnеѕ uр wіth what Carrie mеntіоnеd аbоut April bеіng a worrier, аnd I’m ѕurрrіѕеd Cаrrіе even managed to соnvіnсе her tо соmе tо Nеw Yоrk fоr a girl’s mini break.

"Andre, oh I missed you so much…you didn’t mention to us that you were back in town, how’s the residency going at Edenvale Gen?" "I know right it’s been so long…the residency is going well, I was thinking of just staying in the emergency unit, but I know my heart is with pathology. I’m actually here because I heard what happened to mom…I just wish I was there for her, and how are you doing?” "I'm fine Andre ‘sobbing’ I just hope she’s going to be okay...she can't leave me, leave us like this".