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o be early, but some mornings, when Niall drags his feet, it's a real challenge."I'm all ready!" Niall's voice echoed through the house, snapping me out of my thoughts."Well, it's about time, young man. Good for you!" I teased as he trotted into the kitchen. "Now, let's eat and get going, silly.""Fine, fine," he mumbled, shrugging as he plopped down at the table. He immediately started shoveling food into his mouth, clearly ravenous. "Good appetite, hmm?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, amused by his voracious eating."Thanks," he mumbled back, his mouth full of toast. I couldn't help but laugh."You're silly," I said, shaking my head at him."No, you are," he shot back with a playful grin."Ohhh, really?" I teased, trying to stifle a laugh. We both ended up laughing, a light, joyful sound fill

looked expensive. My mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, if I could catch a break, a young, rich man would appear, and we'd live happily ever after... I caught myself slipping into a daydream, but a sharp knock on my window snapped me back to reality.I looked up to see a furious woman glaring at me. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Don't you see where you're going?" she yelled."I'm sorry," I said, trying to stay calm. "I was hurrying to work. I didn't mean to bump your car.""Oh really?" she snapped. "If that's the truth, then why didn't you stop?""I didn't mean to. I'll pay for the damages," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I really don't want to fight.""You're an idiot. An irresponsible idiot! Who gave you a license to drive?" she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. The intensity of her anger made me feel anxious and defensive, especially since I was already running late for work.Frustrated, I got out of my car

were driving?""I wasn't speeding; I was on my way to work," I explained. The officer continued to ask questions, and I answered them as best I could. The video footage from nearby cameras was reviewed, and the officer said, "According to the footage, it's not your fault, Miss Laura, if I'm correct?""Yes, that's right," I confirmed, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. "How is it not my fault?" I asked, wondering if I should have stayed quiet."Miss Vanessa was speeding and crossed over the line into your path," the officer explained. "She's the one at fault here."I glanced at Vanessa, who was glaring back at me with a flushed face. It turned out that the car wasn't even hers-it belonged to her boyfrie