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?”

my frustration boiling over. “I

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

help the bitterness that seeped into my words. “Yeah, I

in the air like a heavy cloud. I wanted to walk away, to put some distance between us, but

we start over? I…I don’t want things to be like this between

softly, meeting

in acknowledgment, offering

of it like a glaring omission in our conversation. I wondered if it was a deliberate choice or if there was a deeper

tumbled out of my

with a touch

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

Evie. I want the kid to have a

to carry a hidden meaning, as if the stability extended

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

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

my voice steady as

in his eyes.

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

my apartment, I let out a long sigh and squeezed my eyes shut. Seeing Timothy again

hands. Its presence was unexpected, as I hadn’t been anticipating any deliveries. I also noticed the absence of

onto the floor. A dead rat lay before

gutter

TELLA alone! XO”

me. Only a depraved person would go to this length, sending