Chapter 20 - Mark Begs For A Second Chance Outside My Apartment
One rainy Friday evening, as I returned home carrying grocery bags, a familiar figure stepped out from the shadows of my brownstone stoop.
It was Mark, looking disheveled, hollowed out, and wearing a crumpled suit that reeked of cheap liquor.
“Clara... please, you have to talk to me,” Mark pleaded, stepping forward with his hands raised pathetically.
“Get away from my home, Mark, or I’ll call the police right now,” I said firmly, keeping my voice steady.
“My mother is facing prison, my job is gone, and my life is completely ruined without you and my daughter,” he sobbed openly.
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“You made your choice the day you chose your mother over us,” I replied without a single ounce of pity.
I unlocked the heavy wooden front door, stepping inside and locking it securely behind me.
