I made up my mind right there: I was going to move out, find a place near the hospital and never owe Aunt Hannah anything again. Whatever debt she claimed I had, consider it paid in full.
When I parked at the hospital, I took a moment to breathe, then opened my photo album. One by one, I deleted everything related to Soren. Every picture.
Every message. Then I looked up—and saw something that stunned me into silence.
All my heartbreak, all my bitterness—it vanished in an instant. Because right in front of me, I saw an opportunity. If they all wanted to play dirty, fine. I’d play right back.
