Sylvia hung her head, her hands trembling so badly she had to grip the doorknob just to steady herself, digging her fingers in until her knuckles ached.

She stumbled back to the couch, feeling like a ghost in her own living room.

She had no idea how long she sat there, lost in her thoughts, until the doorbell rang again, sharp and sudden.

Sylvia jumped to her feet, her body moving almost on instinct, as if to open the door without a second thought.

But at the last second, she stopped herself, lowering her hand with forced restraint.

The doorbell rang again, more urgently this time, and then, without warning, someone on the other side opened the door and came in.

Sylvia's lips parted in surprise when she saw who it was.

"Ms. Ward?"

"Why weren't you answering? I thought something happened to you," Ms. Ward said, her voice tight with worry.

"I'm fine," Sylvia replied softly.

Ms. Ward frowned, glancing at the door. "If you're fine, why are there all these meds hanging on your door?"

She handed Sylvia a paper bag.

Sylvia's arms sagged under the weight. She peered inside-it was full of burn ointments and bandages.

She knew instantly who had left them there.


Ms. Ward leaned in, concern etched on her face. "Did you burn yourself? Let me see-don't want that leaving a scar."

"It really doesn't hurt

inspected it closely, flipping her hand back and forth twice before finally relaxing. "Well, these meds are a little late, don't you think? What good are they if the

who had sent them, so she

that offhand comment

shame and frustration-she'd almost opened the door just now, without even

candy nobody wanted. He could ask her at dinner, but he chose to do it quietly, when

They both knew why.

Reese.

expression cooled as she set the bag of

Ms. Ward noticed the change in her face

"It's nothing You look

got Ms. Ward's attention.


We just

seeing someone?" Sylvia was

cautious around men. And now, a boyfriend out

her a sheepish look "Just because! got burned

mean I'm going to

stay

single forever, right?" s

jerk, you find someone better to help

messing around,

ever meet someone good if I

Ms. Ward shot her, and for

that evening, she managed

words weren't just

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