Chapter 126


    When the ambnce finally arrived, the paramedics rushed to my side, their faces a blur red, white,


    and blue. They splinted my arm, easing some of the pain, and assured me that I would be okay. But


    the fear that had taken root in my heart wouldn’t be so easily dispelled.


    As the ambnce rushed me to the hospital, I couldn’t help but rey the events in my mind. I had


    narrowly escaped what could have been a tragic fate, and it left. me with more questions than


    answers. Why had someone tried to run me down?


    Hours passed in the sterile hospital room as doctors examined my arm and took X–rays. The


    fracture was clean, they said, and I would need surgery to set it right. The physical pain was


    excruciating, but it was the emotional turmoil that gnawed


    at me.


    The hospital room had be my temporary sanctuary, its sterile walls a stark contrast to the


    chaos that had unfolded in the city streets just hours ago. Iy on the narrow bed, my arm encased


    in a bulky cast, the weight of it a constant reminder of my vulnerability. The doctor had informed me


    that I’d be stuck with this cast for a while, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness settle


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    My thoughts were interrupted when the door to my room swung open, and in walked Aria, her face


    etched with concern. She rushed to my side, her eyes wide with worry.


    “Evie, are you okay? What happened?” Aria’s voice quivered with anxiety as she took a seat beside


    me.


    I offered her a weak smile, grateful for her presence. “I’m alive, Aria, so I guess that’s something.


    Aria’s brows furrowed as she looked at my arm. “What happened to your arm?”


    I sighed, reying the terrifying events in my mind. “After the interview at J.D. & Associates, I was


    walking to the parking garage when I felt like someone was watching me. Then, a voice called my


    name from the shadows, and a car’s headlights shed on.”


    Aria’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my God, Evie, that’s terrifying!”


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    “They tried to run me down, and I had to jump out of the way, but I broke my arm in the process.”


    “Do you know who it was?” she asked.


    1 shook my head, a deep sense of unease settling in my gut. “No, I didn’t get a good look at them,


    and they didn’t say anything to identify themselves.”


    Aria’s expression darkened with worry. “What if it was one of Timothy’s demented fans? We know


    how obsessed some of them can get.”


    My heart sank at the thought. Aria was right; Timothy had garnered a fan base that ranged from


    adoring to fanatical. It wouldn’t be the first time I had encountered a creepy admirer of his work.


    “It’s possible, but I can’t be sure. Bruce is still lurking in the shadows, too. What if this is his doing?”


    Aria’s eyes shed with anger. “Bruce? That man is a snake in the grass. I wouldn’t put it past him


    to resort to something like this.”


    I nodded, cringing at the sharp spike of pain in my arm. “I just wish I had more to go on. It all


    happened so fast, and I didn’t see their face or get a license te.”


    Aria ced a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, Evie. Maybe we’ll find a lead.”


    After a few moments of silence, Aria looked over at me and furrowed her eyebrows. “Did the job


    search at least


    go well?”


    I shook my head, not having the energy to sugar–coat it. “As soon as they found out about


    Erickson, they told me to leave.”


    “Damn,” she said under her breath. She uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again, clearly


    getting ufortable in her seat. “These people have no shame.”


    I let out a sigh, my gaze fixed on the cast that encased my arm. “This treatment is going to cost me


    a lot, Aria. I’m worried about how I’m going to afford it and still. pay my rent.”


    Aria, ever the optimist, tried to offer a solution. “Maybe we could talk to Timothy? See if he’d be


    willing to lower the price on the ce again.”


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    I nced at her, my expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Aria, I can’t believe you’re


    suggesting that.”


    There was a pang of resentment that had surfaced. Timothy had indeed been generous, and I had


    been the recipient of his kindness on more than one asion. But things had changed between us,


    and I couldn’t ignore the fact that we were no longer friends.


    I couldn’t imagine asking him for anything, especially now that he was in Ste’s


    arms.


    As we sat there, the room fell into a contemtive silence. My thoughts began to drift to Timothy. I


    couldn’t deny that part of me wanted him to be there, to share my struggles and my fears, to let him


    in on the chaos that had be my reality.


    But as I considered the idea, I couldn’t escape the stark reality of our current situation. Timothy and


    I weren’t friends anymore. The bond we had once shared had been eroded.


    We had both be more distant, both absorbed in our own worlds, and it hurt. to realize that I


    was no longer a part of his.


    I thought back to thest time we had seen each other, a tense encounter filled with unspoken


    words and unresolved emotions. Timothy had been different, changed by his rtionship with


    Ste, and I had been left feeling like a stranger in his presence.


    Aria’s face fell as she processed her misstep. “I’m sorry, Evie. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just…


    he’s always been willing to help when you need it.”


    I knew she meant well, but I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger at the suggestion. I was tired of


    being seen as someone who relied on others for financial. assistance, especially not Timothy.


    “I appreciate the thought, Aria, but I need to figure this out on my own,” I told her.


    Aria nodded, her expression apologetic. “I understand, Evie. I just hate seeing you. stressed out like


    this.”


    Before I could respond, Aria’s phone rang, and she answered it with a smile. “Hey, Lucas! Yeah,


    we’re waiting on them to make a cast.”


    “Tell him toe over,” I told her, and she repeated my request to Lucas. He said.


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    he’d be over soon.


    Soon enough, Lucas burst into the hospital room with a burst of energy that was impossible to


    ignore. His ever–present grin brightened the room, and he held a bag filled with board games and


    ying cards.


    “Evie, my dear, you look like you could use some fun in your life!” Lucas dered, his voice filled


    with theatrical ir.


    I chuckled, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders in his presence. “What is all


    this?”


    Lucas spread out the games on the hospital bed, and we spent the next few hours engrossed in


    laughter andpetition. It was a wee escape from the worries. that had been consuming me,


    and for a brief moment, the pain seemed to fade.


    away.


    As we yed, Aria and Lucas did their best to distract me from my worries, sharing stories and


    jokes that had meughing until my sides hurt. It was moments like these that I’de to miss.


    When life was simpler, and a certain someone wasn’t tugging at my heart.


    As the night approached, however, my sense of unease started to return. That car had been


    purposeful in its motions, waiting to catch me in that garage and roll me down on sight.


    Bruce’s warning still clung to me, stuck on a painful loop in my mind. He didn’t just want me to be


    miserable.


    He wanted me dead.


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