"Suit yourself. Now, please, leave."

But he just gave a cool, slight smile and said, "Just so you know, the Hiltons would never take someone like you as their daughter-in-law." My laughter was even more desolate than his.

His mother had married a struggling artist, and the Hiltons had looked down upon her for it.

So, he was warning me that I'd get the same cold shoulder from the Hiltons that he did.

But Maximilian, I was determined to win you over!

After Claude left, I glanced at my digital lock. When setting it up, I was too lazy to think of a new code, so I used Claude's birthday.

If he was brave enough to try, he could have opened the door himself.

But he didn't believe my feelings for him, carved deeply into my bones, lasted ten years.

Time for a change.

The code was now set to 6088, the number of the hotel room on the night of my rebirth. Stepping inside, the elevator doors closed behind me.

I caught one last glimpse of Max. He looked so tired, carrying a forensic toolkit in his hand.

Had he been at the detective bureau again? Was there another burnt body case?

have a glucose drink and hit

I vigorously scrubbed the area Claude

curled up on the couch to watch

in fresh casual clothes, holding a crockpot at my

door, just quietly watched him on the

showed on his usually unflappable

died once, and so did my child, in this life that child didn't come looking for me either.

this life, finding a precise

left the crockpot at my door, then tried to call me on

was with me, through the security door, he might slightly hear it if I was

a serious look at the camera, and then turned back to

I clicked the lock.

the door and didn't go out to pick

fluctuating between drawing

the struggle of being on the edge of

A sleepless night followed.

to work, the

I pressed the elevator button to head

Ms. Tracey before work, as she sent me another threatening message this morning: Don't pass on

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