When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Miranda glanced at Paul’s door and noticed it was still locked, just as it had been for the past few days. It suddenly struck her that she hadn’t seen him in quite some time.

They used to leave at the same time and often ran into each other, but lately, she hadn’t seen him at all. She figured he was probably swamped with work and stayed at the lab, so she didn’t think much of it.

Later that evening, Miranda went to the library and returned at 8:00 pm. As she entered the apartment building, a figure darted past her. It was Paul heading out for a night run.

“Dr. Jefferson…” she called out to him, but he didn’t seem to hear her and kept running.

Miranda stood there, puzzled. She wondered if her voice had been too soft or if Paul was wearing headphones.

After returning to her apartment, she changed into workout clothes and decided to go for a run. She wanted to catch up with him and ask if he knew where she could get a CPRT measurement device.

Paul was the first person to come to mind for something like that. Christine was her other option, but with her frequent hospital visits lately, Miranda didn’t want to trouble her.

If word got out that Miranda was spending her own money on equipment, the fact that Sophie’s research team was hogging the lab would be brought to light.

she would likely rush out of the hospital to confront Sophie

especially since the college showed apparent favoritism toward Sophie. It would only add

felt that Paul was the better choice. Yet, he hadn’t responded to her two messages or her phone call. She surmised that he was too busy to check his phone. Now that

tomorrow, but

she felt that way. Perhaps it was because Sam’s erratic

favors. In contrast, Sam’s intentions were too obvious, and his directness pushed her to

ran along the usual trail that she and Paul frequently jogged. After two laps of searching for him without any luck, she decided to go for another

she felt she had done enough for the night, so she

oatmeal and chopped up some apples, then she added them to a slow cooker with water and a sprinkle of cinnamon. She set the timer so she would wake up to a warm

tidied up, she kept listening for sounds from the hallway. It felt like ages

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was no noise from next door–not even

“Dr. Jefferson, are you home? I have

But there was no

no answer.