When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Paul’s action felt unusually reckless and lacked his usual calm and elegance. He seemed uncharacteristically impatient and urgent. “Sam called you?” he asked.

“Yes,” Miranda replied. She thought, “You heard it, didn’t you? Why ask?”

“Are you going to the Garrison estate tomorrow?”

She nodded. “It’s been a while since I had dinner with my grandparents. They’re leaving for Lumberville next week.”

“I’ll drive you there,” Paul said.

Miranda gave him a knowing look and thought, “Just admit it–you’re looking for an excuse to tag along.”

As the clock struck 11:00 pm, he rose to his feet. “I’m going home.”

She walked him to the door.

After putting on his shoes, he suddenly turned around and hugged her tightly for a deep kiss. He had always been quick to pick things up. She could feel his progress with just one kiss- passionate, lingering, intense, and heartfelt.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Paul finally let Miranda go, though not entirely. Their noses were still touching as he looked at her with fascination and longing. ” Miranda… you’re the one who said I could want more,” he murmured.

hadn’t expected him to not only understand her earlier words but also act on them

called shooting herself

regret. “You gave me the chance and dropped the hint. If you’re regretting it now,

what now? You got your

look at me like that.” He placed a hand over her bright and

She was speechless.

the end, he returned to his

and patted her cheeks. Only then did she realize

moon, Graneda was still glittered with neon lights in the early

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a cab to Oakridge. This northeastern suburb of Graneda was filled with urban villages and was also the hub of Mason’s

the Hill residence was still brightly lit. Inside, her relatives had already gathered, and their

through the door, dozens

Samson… you…” She

hospitalized,” one relative said. “What happened? How is

of miles

and then her eyes widened as if struck by a realization. “A stroke? Who told you that? My dad just caught a bad cold. He refused to take medicine, and it got worse. When we brought him to the hospital, the doctors said it was a viral infection. He’s on an