Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I sensed something off about Claude lately, but I knew better than to let my guard down around him.

As I was about to close my door, I caught sight of Dr. Hilton across the hall, his door wide open, eyes fixed on me. It was almost certain he'd seen Claude leave my place. With his lips pursed, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, especially since he'd met her

earlier

today.

He must have recognized Claude.

Feeling awkward yet compelled, I grabbed a bottle of milk my brother had dropped off earlier and walked over to him. "This is from my brother," I said, handing him the milk without waiting for a response and leaving it at his doorstep.

Then, remembering Ronald, I dashed back to fetch another bottle. "This one's for Mr. Collins," I mused, feeling a sense of warmth towards both men. Without their presence in my life, my untimely demise would've likely remained a mystery.

No sooner had I placed the second bottle down when a summer breeze slammed my door shut behind me.

And, of course, I was locked out.

Biting my lip in frustration, I turned to Max. "Could you lend me your phone? I need to call a locksmith."

"I don't have a locksmith's number. Try Ronald," he suggested, barely concealing the smirk on his face.

lives made them all the more appealing, especially since both

yet casual, "Need

but I could tell there was a

I saw a flicker of recognition in his

devoid of any branding. How he identified its origin so quickly

the milk

Claude delivering gifts to Max? And here I was, thinking she was

stash, my few bottles seemed

asked, placing two bottles in the

smile, not

led me down a

Max didn't press further, leaving

his annoyance palpable. "Seriously,

of dragging

eyes widened when he saw me sitting calmly

me, confusion written all

I didn't expect

"Shut it,"

snapped, making

instantly pay