I stood outside Nathan Hale's office, chest heaving, my hands trembling. His voice carried through the door, casual and cruel.Not only did he think I had a brain tumor, but he sounded downright disgusted by me.I almost barged in, ready to demand an explanation, but then his tone shifted—soft, affectionate. My heart sank. He was on the phone with Rainee Slade."Rainee, you coming over later? I'll pick you up, and we'll hit our spot. Don't worry. Feeling so much better now—thanks to you. You've been amazing. Not like Liana, who couldn't care less. Honestly, I regret everything."I stared at the container of soup in my hands, hours of effort now mocking me. A cold wave washed over me.Yeah, Nathan. Same here.When his call ended, I bolted. On my way out, I passed a trash can and chucked the soup without even slowing down.Before I made it far, Nathan texted me: [In a meeting. Back late.]I locked the screen, staring at my reflection in the black glass. God, I'd never felt smalle
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