Too Late For Your Grand Remorse

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had clearly been waiting longer than I had, exchanged exasperated glances.

r, thick and soundproof, was a barrier, not just to the noise outside, but to the reality of his blatant

ern, Kylee, sauntered in without an appointment. His world revolved around her, not me. I was just a discarded rel

e rustle of newspapers, the hushed conversations – it all grated on my nerves. The grumble

smile playing on her lips. Her eyes met mine across the room, and for a fleeting second, her smile widened, a

on me, and for a split second, I saw a flicker of surprise, perhaps even a hint of d

h or recognition. He looked past me, past the other wa

there. He just pivoted, and the heavy door swung

ff the lights, announcing closing time. The other clients,

aw them. Grant and Kylee, walking side-by-side, their shoulders almost touching. Kylee was laughing, a

led out, my voic

beside him, her hand subtly slipping from his

. "Did you change your mind about the papers? Are you regretting it already?" He

Grant, I' m not here for that," I said, my voice trembling. "It' s Aubrie. My sister. She... she was assau

He destroyed her. She' s broken. Please. You' r