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“I’m just drinking coffee.” “Right,” I said, crossing my arms. “Because coffee’s obviously more interesting than me.” He didn’t bite, he just took another sip. I glared at him. “So, you’re just gonna act like last night didn’t happen?” His jaw flexed, but his voice stayed even. “It happened. That’s all.” “That’s all?” I repeated, raising my eyebrows. “Seriously?” “Yes, seriously.” He set the cup down a little too hard. “I told you last night it was the last time and I meant it.”

“It’s been a month. Even if you think he is alive, don’t you think he would have made contact with you by now? One call. One message. Something.” Fresh tears broke free. They rolled hot down my cheeks. My chest felt like someone squeezed it tight, hurting real bad I couldn't breathe well anymore. “Our business ends here, Miss Ava,” he said. His voice sounded final. “I’ll give you some time to sober up before your leave.” With that, he left. The door clicked shut behind him. The sound echoed in the big room like the end of everything.

Those were the last words I heard. *********

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

I sincerely said with a crack voice. "Quit the drama, Lizzie. Once you come home, expect suitcases of your belongings outside my house. You won't have your luxury, a husband, and a daughter anymore!" He ended the call just before I could say a word. I put my hand on my lip to prevent myself from bawling. Even though I know that he's not going to do what he said I still can't stop myself from feeling pain from his words.

It’s the sweetest thing he did today. “Enjoy your milk. Drink a lot,” I said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll pass at least one report tomorrow,” I said. It’s almost never ending. No one wants to be the first to hang up. “Goodnight…Audrey…,” he said almost like there’s something else he wanted to say. “Goodnight,” I said. I heard a sound of a loud exhale.

"Don't go too near to me or you'll get sick. You are one of the company's necessities, and you may become sickly. ” "I told you that I will make you tired, but I never said it this way," was the last thing I heard him say before I passed out. And before the voice surrounding me vanished, I felt him pick me up and then hear a tremendous boom, which I believe was when he kicked the elevator door. I didn't even consider what would happen next, instead falling asleep in his arms. ****

“Yes.” He crossed the room and sat beside me on the sofa and we sat there together in the Cambridge morning and he didn’t cry and neither of us said anything for a long time. Then he said, “He was proud of me.” “Yes,” I said. “She said that was the last thing he said to her about me.” He looked at his hands. “Before he told her to look after me.” A pause. “He was proud of me.” I looked at him. “Gabriel,” I said.

"I've already fired Summer. I've transferred all the company's shares into your name. I've contacted the best cancer specialists in the world. We'll go to Vandalia, to Helvia. They can cure this. They have to be able to cure this!" He rambled on, throwing out every bargaining chip he thought could fix everything. I let him hold my hand. I did not struggle. Even my breathing remained unchanged. The sea breeze drifted in through the window, lifting my thin, brittle hair. "Conrad." I finally spoke, my voice soft. "You're blocking my view of the sunset." Conrad's entire body stiffened. He looked up at me in disbelief. The eyes that had once been filled with nothing but him now held only a barren

"The only one who ever saw me truly. I'm glad I finally stood up to him after years of abuse and control. Thank you for listening to my dream." "Austin, please…" "My last wish is for you to be safe." His voice was getting weaker as the smoke thickened. "Please, Amelia. Run. Save yourself." The ceiling above him began to sag. Burning pieces of wood were falling all around him. "Go!" he shouted. "Now!" I hesitated, my heart breaking. I didn't want to leave him. But I could see there was no way to reach him through the wall of flame. "I'm sorry," I said, though I knew he couldn't hear me over the roar of the fire. Smoke filled my lungs.