Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Where else could I go to hold onto their memories?

"Keira," a voice called out from the stairwell.

It was Ms. Brown, Hayden's landlord.

I didn't even have to ask-I knew she'd heard about the demolition.

"Keira, they're really going to tear this place down... such a shame," she sighed.

I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, my expression reflecting the sadness I felt.

Ms. Brown went on, "I just spent money fixing up my place. It's barely been rented out a month, and now I have to kick the tenant out. What a waste."

I stayed quiet.

picking up. If you see him, can you tell him to call me back? And maybe

her tone quickly shifted to a more gossipy one. "You've

a small smile. "Yeah,

high standards! If I had a daughter, I'd be pushing for her to marry him,"

try for another kid," I

disrespectful. But with that story going viral about the sixty-something-year-old woman who had a baby, she just laughed. "I don't have that

kept going, "You should start sorting your things out too. Toss what you don't need

know a guy who collects scrap-pays well and

ready, you can call him to sell your

eager to

me the number, Ms. Brown finally left,

opened the door to my apartment, the memories came rushing in all

things... no matter how hard you

when you can't hold onto something, you just have

+25 BONUS Chapter 105

I started really looking around the apartment, figuring out what to do next. I decided to start packing, beginning with the storage room. My parents' rooms? I wasn't ready to touch those yet. As I sorted through things, I made up my mind: I was going to buy my own place as soon as possible. That way, I could take everything my

were so many old things-the bookshelf from when I was a kid, the tiny tricycle I used to ride, my parents' gardening tools, my dad's fishing gear, my

of it was stuff I could just