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?”

boiling over. “I live here,

sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean

into my words. “Yeah, I can see

emotions hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. I wanted to walk away, to put some

over? I…I

softly, meeting his

offering a warm smile. “Hi,

he wasn’t wearing his engagement ring, the absence of it like a glaring omission in our conversation. I

words tumbled out of my mouth. “You’re not

response was immediate, his words laced with

been genuine, if not a bit rocky. Here het was dismissing it as if it were merely a

I want the kid to have a good life, with both

hard, the emotions welling up inside me. His words seemed to carry a hidden meaning, as

to confide in Timothy about Stella and Andy gnawed at me. I had already tried to warn

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my word for

to his words, my voice steady as I replied, “That’s

in his eyes. “I suppose. Thank

it felt like we each had more to say. As I walked away, clutching the package I had retrieved from the mailbox, I couldn’t escape the feeling that our encounter had only scratched the surface of

and squeezed my eyes shut. Seeing Timothy again had left me

room, 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 better judgment, I decided

floor. A dead rat lay before me, its lifeless body weathered and rotted. A note was

gutter

alone! XO”

gagged once the smell of decomposed 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