len
t sleep
art. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind filled with my mother's face in the ICU, pale, still, machine
I turned it off and sat up, stiff and
ust have pulled it up before dawn, when focusing
en longer than needed
rang
lert, as if he'd been waiting
myself with a steady voice.
away. When he did, his
essentials, clothes, and personal it
blurted faster than I inte
cal team is ready. Once the contract is
. "When do I
t Fenmore Group headquarters. You'll have legal
t have a
insists the contract is legally so
he does,
I said.
," Sebas
irst time he
Ye
e added carefully, "you'r
ine we
ed in s
*
ng I owned fit inside it. I folded clothes that still faintly smelle
my parents on their wedding day, my mother smiling at graduation, her hand on my shoulder. I slid
ffed bear from the closet. I hadn't touched
The desk. The kitchen. The window. The bed. Eve
door quiet
rived exact
hout a word, though his eyes flickered at its size. The
rite café, campus, and my mother's apartment
hone
mom? Want to gr
until the screen dimmed,
*
ssible to miss. The car vanished into a private entrance, and I was
waiting when th
exhausted
dn't s
f that was expe
Ye
through floor-to-ceiling windows. The city looked small fr
ve soon," he said. "Mr. Fe
I asked before I
"Private. Controlled. H
he be
stay cold because it's easier," he said. Wh
gh the contract slowly, stopping whenever I tensed. Separate be
c Fenmore entered,
pected. His presence filled the room
than the file ind
he first th
, impersonal. He sat, glanced at h
ques
d hun
," I
without h
ollo
shook as
edding is tomorrow. Sebastian will
's surgery,
p.m. You'll be i
door. "Welcome to
n he
d, with manicured grounds, fountains, a
gger than my en
y, I sank onto the bed, pressing my face into my hands.
in the silence, I s
name won't bel
sed my
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