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She shrugged her shoulders, "but there is this glow on your face and the frustration that I saw last night, I kind of can't find it." Ella bit her bottom lip. They chatter some more and she stopped overthinking. However, the part where they are not going to cross their paths again, was where she was wrong. Fate chuckled at that. The whole weekend, whenever she would sit, stand or walk, she was reminded of him. The soreness lingered for a while and it wasn't that she hated it. In fact, it made her blush. ****** On Monday, Ella took a seat in the front row with Sarah. "There are rumors going around that another professor is going to replace Miss. Mary. She went on maternity leave.'' Sarah gave

After so much pain, struggles and heartbreak in their lives, will they be able to give love another chance or will they suffer and stay lonely and miserable for the rest of their lives, regretting? Some extra characters: Mitch: Father Jessica Lisa: Mother Jessica Alexandro: Father Alexander Nancy: Mother Alexander Mason: Boss Mitch and father of Nick. Nick: New friend of Jessica & son of Mason Jessica´s father´s boss. Miss Denver: Head of the campus. Denise: Roommate of Jessica Owen: Roommate of Nick. Carla: Alexander's colleague at the university who has a secret crush on Alexander!

The message couldn’t be delivered. “No, no, no,” Raven muttered, pacing again. He opened Cullen’s profile on Ripple, every social media platform even. Every chat app Cullen used this number to create. Nothing. The accounts linked to that number had vanished, deactivated like they never existed. “Don’t tell me…” Raven’s voice trailed off. His heart pounded in his chest as he called the number one last time. “This number doesn’t exist.” Raven sank into the chair, his hands clutching his hair. Cullen’s number… It was like it'd been erased from history and beyond.

In the end, Chad couldn't take it anymore and left her without a word. Meanwhile, Quinn spiraled. She stopped managing Simpson Group, handed control over to a proxy, and spent her days holed up in the house, drinking herself into oblivion. Then, on our dating anniversary, she jumped from a high-rise building. Her final words were, "I'm coming to see you." I turned off the tablet with a blank expression. Beside me, Layla gave me a pointed look, and there was a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Are you still thinking about her?"

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

"How did you not see it?" The chairman didn't answer immediately. "We were looking at the broader picture." I stared at him. "The broader picture?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Children's medical records are missing." I pointed toward the screen. "Parts of their surgical recordings have been erased." I pointed toward another monitor. "And the CCTV footage has unexplained gaps." I leaned forward. "That isn't a broader picture. That's evidence." Silence. I pushed the file away. "I need copies of everything."

I shook off his hand and looked at Jeff. "It's not several days; it's three years. "From the day you went missing, I haven't slept a full night. I was called a jinx, blamed as the culprit who caused your death. "Devastated, my mind was hazy, and I fell down the stairs. Even the baby wasn't saved. "For these past three years, I searched the whole country, tortured by self-blame and guilt. In the end..." I looked at the plain band worn on his ring finger.

"I told her to wait outside while I went in to sell the bottles. But when I came back out, she was gone. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find her—" Before I could finish, David grabbed me roughly by the hair. "You lost Abby?" I lowered my head, too terrified to meet his eyes. "I don't know. She disappeared. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find her—" The television in the living room was still airing the report about missing children. David grabbed me by the throat, his face twisted with rage. "You bastard. You'd better be joking. If you really lost Abby, you're going to pay for it with your life!"