Chapter 2
Patrick didn’t come back home after he got engaged.
When I was just eight, my mother passed away because of brain cancer. My father was heartbroken and died not long after. Before he left, he asked Patrick’s father to look after me.
The Huxley family is a big family with lots of kids. They did not need someone like me, an adopted girl who wasn’t very smart or attractive and couldn’t offer them anything valuable.
Patrick’s father didn’t have much power in the family, and though he tried to defend me several times, he couldn’t stop the family from turning their backs on me.
This book had been added on your bookshelf.
The night they threw me out, it was pouring rain.
I had a small old travel bag that held everything I owned. My thin shirt kept getting blown around by the strong wind and rain.
I crouched down in the street, crying my eyes out. I felt like I was drowning in sadness and fear, with the weight of everything crushing me.
Then, out of nowhere, someone reached out a hand toward me.
“My house is empty. If you don’t mind, would you like to stay with me for a while?”
Back then, I clung to him like he was my last hope.
But now, he’s leaving me too.
Looking at the silent house, I felt like a piece of my heart had been ripped out and the pain wouldn’t stop.
I held onto my phone and kept trying to call Patrick.
The busy signal kept ringing through the bathroom, and it made me feel more and more hopeless.
By the third day of not hearing from him, I thought I was going to lose my mind.
I waited outside his office, and whenever someone looked like him, I ran to check.
“Hey, are you crazy or what?”
The man shoved me aside and brushed off his clothes like I was something disgusting.
This book had been added on your bookshelf,
The people nearby stared at me with disgust, like they were judging me silently but harshly.
I lowered my head and kept saying sorry again and again.
Then, at last, I spotted someone I recognized coming down the stairs.
I ran straight to him and shouted, “Shawn!”
He stopped and turned, seeming to give in a little. “Georgia, I swear, I have no idea where Rick is.”
I reached out my hand. “I don’t believe you. He blocked me, give me your phone.”
Shawn gripped his phone tightly, clearly unwilling. “No, Georgia. Just listen to me this once, please?”
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Chapter 2
It wasn’t until I’d walked quite a distance that I became aware of the pain.
It was a sharp, stabbing pain like my heart was being torn open and left full of empty spaces.
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