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freedom. Richard, Davis' s lawyer, efficiently processed the documents. A stra
lly worded statement from his PR team, citing "unforeseen mental health complications." No
. My days were a blur of grief and numbness, interspersed with flashes of burnin
a jar of pickles, my injured hand ac
a," he said, his voice calm.
ed hollow, like an e
rock," I said
a hint of something deeper in his ton
re my old scrubs, my medical school graduation photo, and
fierce love. I clutched the journal to my chest, the
ead. My mother' s hopes, her dreams, her unwavering b
specialist. The news was grim. My median nerve was seve
e thing to know it intellectually, another
my lids. The life I had meticulously bu
simply sat beside me, offerin
whispered, the words bare
hand, in his. "No, Brenna. This is just the
genius, your mind, Brenna. That' s what I'
otech firm, focusing on neuro-regenerative drugs. A pathway to a diffe
disappear. To become some
packing the last of my belongi
vi
his eyes bloodshot, a wild
e. He tried to pull me into his arms, b
y voice cold, unwavering. "
Brenna. It' s not over. It can' t be. I need y
ad inflicted. But his remorse felt hollow, self-serving. He need
ing away with all my strength. "You need a
mixture of anger and pain. "Don' t say
ie I no longer believed. A toxic, possessive
ow love if it bit you, Davis. You only
ng. "Don' t bring Kiley into this! She' s n
vements frantic. "I won' t let
. He glanced at it, his f
ice strained. "Kil
shock. "What? Com
accusation. "What did you do, Bre
thing, Davis. Consequences. That' s what happened. Compli
to mine. "You think this is fu
mother is in critical condition. It' s y
voice devoid of emotion. "I saved h
renna! You will come back with me! You will fix this!
rip like a vise. "You'
land. "You think you can force me, Davi
th overpowering my injured state. "You ar
, my hand useless. He threw me in
e trembling, but my resolve firm. "I' m
rom the apartment, leaving my
would never be his possession again. And he would pay. He would pay
from over. It ha

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