When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Silas glanced at Paul. “You haven’t been yourself lately. What’s going on?”

“You’ve got it wrong.” Paul replied, turning toward the drawing room. He carried a bag of clean clothes. and intended to store them in the cabinet inside that room.

As he pushed the door open, his gaze landed on the folding bed Miranda had slept on before. It hadn’t been moved since the last time she used it.

Paul’s thoughts drifted back to when he had walked in on her sleeping. His heart raced, and his breath caught in his throat. The memory still held him captive, as if he was trapped in a dream.

Snapping back to reality, he was overwhelmed by frustration and shame. He struggled to accept that version of himself–the one losing control.

“Paul,” Silas called from outside. “I ordered some late–night snacks. Do you want any?”

“I’ll pass. Enjoy it yourself.”

“I’ve got buffalo chicken bites and pan–fried pork. Are you sure you don’t want to try some?” Silas pressed.

“No, thanks.”

“Speaking of buffalo chicken bites, I still think Miranda makes the best ones. By the way, has she started classes? I haven’t seen her in the lab for ages. Next time you see her, tell her to drop by. We all miss her.” Silas added.

Paul stepped out of the drawing room, and his expression returned to normal. “If you want to say something to her, say it yourself.” He tried to shake her from his mind, but it felt like she lingered in every

corner.

paused mid–bite, surprised. “Come on… You two live right across the hall. Is it really that hard to

“It is for me.”

was momentarily speechless before saying, “Paul I really think something’s wrong with

walked over to the lab table and tuned

breakup… You’ve had that serious look every day. It’s like

him, focusing

clicked his tongue twice.

the sky was awash in fiery hues, with blue streaked by shades of orange. A gentle breeze swept through as

walked in to find Sam already seated. She had barely settled

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you waiting,” she

glanced at his watch. “You’re not late. Why

to meet at 6:30 pm, but

you get

“6:00 pm.”

“That early?” she said.

they want their dishes prepared, and there’s no set

time to prepare. The wait would

looked at the stir–fried dishes and stew before her. Everything–from

It was supposed to be my treat, and I should have made the

the restaurant, and Miranda hadn’t done any research beforehand. She thought it would be just a regular place