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thick, making my chest feel even more constricted as I thought about my next step. I prepared myself and spent the majority of the day walking through streets, chec
box of photo albums I had saved, some clothes, and a handful of mementos from a life I had largely moved on from. The movers operat
Mr. Ford," he said
y at ease, strangely anxious, I observed the two movers leave, shutting the
pe and took out a cheque booklet. M
The figure written on the cheque was an affr
no response. I attempted once more, and then again, but every time, it went directly t
I muttere
d chose to occupy myself by unpacking. The tiny apartment gradually st
brated. Seb's name appeared on the screen,
eck, Seb? T
usual. "I will explain all the details. My chauffeur is downstairs, wa
ht you po
me once more. The call disconne
y coat and make my way downstairs. The dark town car was awaiting. The driver, a serio
d into fists in her lap. I held my breath as the car finally halted; I looked out the
mach d
idge T
gnificent facade now stands as a mere shadow of its former glory, its exterior damaged and worn. The marqu
was the center of my youth. Seb had snatched it
close to the entrance, his figure lit up by a nearby streetlight. He appeared entirely as the formidable
I remarked as I got closer to h
on. Silently, he presented me with a
I questioned warily,
ce present," he res
led the envelope, my eyes growing large
g my silent question. "Westbridge b
. For a brief instant,
ing it?" I fina
. "It's practically useless now. I have no reason to keep it and
. He had allowed my family's theater to decay and was returning it to me?
, gripping the envelope firmly. "That p
but this time it was m
ior to signing it?" he inquired
drop in m
dn't gone through it. I had been overwhelmed by my f
ied just abo
d malicious. "Well, that'
freight train. Before I had the chance to re
om
ed by Seb's ear, lodging it
turned around quickly
who had been close to the vehicle, collapsed to
oted, my heart racing. Suddenly, time slow