Cindy hung up, and the two maids just stood there, frozen. Regret hit them hard—why did they even make that call?Before they could figure out how to help, Vanessa stood up like nothing had happened. "Clean this up and get some rest," she said, her voice quiet but steady, then started limping back upstairs.The physical pain? It didn't even touch the mess in her heart.The maids watched her go, their chests tight.***Vanessa lay in bed, staring at the pitch-black night outside her window.She couldn't even remember the last time she didn't feel this alone.A single tear slid down her cheek, disappearing into the pillow. Being sick had a way of cracking her armor, and tonight was no different.She curled tighter under the blanket, wishing it felt like someone's arms."Scott... you're really gonna lose me. Will that even matter to you?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.Eventually, exhaustion won, pulling her under.***The next morning, Vanessa gave the maids ten da
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