The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 152

The next morning, I woke up with a sense of dread that had become all too familiar. The events of the past few days had left me feeling tangled and confused. With a sigh, I got out of bed, determined to face the day ahead.

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As I made my way to the kitchen, I noticed Aria absorbed in conversation on her phone, her laughter and giggles floating through the air. She had a new boyfriend, and it seemed like they were in the throes of a honeymoon phase. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy at the ease with which she had moved on, while I remained entangled in my own emotional turmoil.

I approached her tentatively, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Aria, can I check the mail today?”

She held up a finger, signaling for me to wait, before turning her attention back to her call. It was clear that her conversation was more important to her than my

request.

I tried to hide my irritation, offering a forced smile before walking away. The mailbox was just a short distance from our apartment, but the walk felt longer than usual. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was trapped in a cycle of frustration and disappointment.

As I reached the mailboxes, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the slot. I wasn’t expecting anything in particular, but the mundane task of checking the mail offered a temporary distraction from the chaos of my emotions.

Just as I was about to insert my key into the mailbox, a voice from behind me sent a shiver down my spine. “Evie.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, and slowly turned around to face the one person I had been trying to avoid–Timothy. He stood there, his expression tense, his phone clenched in his hand.

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice. “Timothy.”

He had been in the midst of a heated conversation with Stella on the phone, and his frustration was palpable. The tension in the air was suffocating, and I couldn’t help but feel like an intruder in his world.

Timothy hung up the phone abruptly, his gaze never leaving mine. “What are you

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doing here?”

frustration boiling over. “I live here, Timothy. Just like

a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, Evie. I just…I’ve had

couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped into my words. “Yeah,

was suffused with tension, our unspoken emotions hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. I wanted to walk away, to put some distance

broke the silence, his voice weary. “Can we start over? I…I don’t want things to be like this

said softly, meeting his eyes.

offering a

it like a glaring omission in our conversation. I wondered if it

could stop myself, the words tumbled out of

with

couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness at his explanation. It thought his relationship with Stella had been genuine, if not a bit rocky. Here het was dismissing it as if it were merely

I want the kid to have a

welling up inside me. His words seemed to

Timothy about Stella and Andy gnawed at me. I had already tried to warn him once before, with the Erickson situation, and he hadn’t

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I feared he wouldn’t take my word for it this time

voice steady as I replied, “That’s really noble. of

of gratitude in his eyes. “I

I walked away, clutching the package I had retrieved from the mailbox, I couldn’t escape the feeling that our

and

my eyes dropped to the package in my hands. Its presence was unexpected, as I hadn’t been anticipating any deliveries. I also noticed the absence of a return address, but against my

rat lay

gutter

TELLA alone! XO” scrawled in jagged

flesh hit me. Only a depraved person would go to this length, sending a dead animal’s body for the sake of two people who