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I make my way down the block, my black dress clinging to me in the heat. My legs don’t want to move. Now that I know Ronald is dead and has a family, a whole slew of questions arise inside me.
I don’t want to think them, but I can’t help where my brain goes.
What does his death mean to me? To my bills? To my school?
I hate myself for thinking of this as my heels click on the pavement, but what if that’s why I’m being called to this meeting? What if I am ten seconds from finding out that I’m about to lose my dreams?
When I step into the lobby of the building, the cool air hits me and makes me shiver. Or maybe it’s just the nature of the day.
Of losing him.
I make my way to the fourth floor, where Mr. Baker told Erin the meeting room is. Last door on the right.
I’m not looking forward to this. Having to meet the eyes of his family will be hard.
How can we look at them after what Ronald did? I know I didn’t see the truth, but they don’t know that.
They have every right to hate us.
To hate me.
If I were them, I’d hate me, too, for being here.
In the elevator, the music is low and depressing, matching my mood.
The air is too still.
It’s hard to breathe.
As I ascend, I try to calm my fragile nerves, but it’s useless.
Eventually, the elevator chimes, and the doors open.
In life, things get thrown at you—crazy batshit things—and you just have to adapt. Either that or die. I choose the former.
Pushing back my shoulders, I muster the strength to face this head-on. It doesn’t take long before I reach the door Mr. Baker told my sister was his.
The cold metal knob bites my palm as I turn it. There’s no going back.
I swing open the door.
A squeak escapes my mouth.
In the far corner of the room is a desk, where a handsome man sits behind it.
Is this Mr. Baker?
It would make sense, seeing as he’s working behind the desk.
Did my sister know he’s gorgeous?
No, not gorgeous. That’s too simple a word for the man sitting there.
Then, as if it couldn’t get any worse, he lifts his head, and his gaze meets mine.
Jeez.
My stomach feels like a dozen butterflies have exploded inside me. Their wings flutter rapidly with excitement.
