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.

their lives made them all the more appealing, especially since both were

yet casual, "Need

might have sounded like a command, but I could tell there was a

recognition in his eyes. "Is this from

was plain, devoid of any branding. How he identified its origin so

elaborate, simply leading the way with the milk to his fridge, which,

gifts to Max? And here I

Max's stash, my

asked, placing two bottles in

stiff smile, not committing to a

milk had led me down a complicated path with Claude, a mistake I wasn't

press further,

annoyance palpable. "Seriously, couldn't you

dragging me out

calmly on

between Max and me, confusion written

I didn't expect you

"Shut it,"

snapped, making

instantly pay attention