The door clicked shut, and Lily stood in the silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her apartment was small \u2014 barely more than a studio \u2014 but she had chosen it. Fought for it. Paid for the chipped tiles and the creaky floorboards with long shifts and exhausted evenings. And yet, stepping back into it after the chaos of the day, it didn\u2019t feel like home. It felt like she was intruding on someone else\u2019s quiet life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her bag slipped from her shoulder and landed with a soft thud on the floor. She kicked off her shoes, crossed to the dresser, and set the slim black business card down like it was breakable. Blake Callahan. The name seemed too sharp now. Too real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stared at it. The edges caught the dim light through the blinds. Too clean. Too precise. A reminder of a man she didn\u2019t know how to place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lily sank onto the edge of her bed and exhaled. The adrenaline had drained, leaving only heaviness. Her limbs ached. Her head throbbed with the echo of tires and metal\u2014and with her father\u2019s voice, angry and clipped on the other end of the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She should feel lucky. The accident could\u2019ve been worse. But all she could think about was Blake\u2019s expression\u2014calm, steady, never once showing irritation. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Never once treating her like the burden she feared she was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her hand drifted back to the card. Fingertips brushing the lettering. She didn\u2019t want to throw it away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At last, she slid it into the top drawer of the dresser. Out of sight. But never far. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The silence pressed too heavy. Her thoughts spun, circling back to him no matter how she tried to push them away. She needed an escape\u2014if only for a little while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She turned the tap and let the tub fill, steam curling upward to fog the mirror. The hiss of water was the only sound in the apartment, soft and steady. She peeled off her clothes piece by piece, dropping them in a heap, and stepped into the warmth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The heat stung at first, then loosened her muscles, dragging a sigh from her chest. She sank until the water lapped at her collarbones, her hair damp against the rim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She let her eyes fall shut. But even here, in the quiet, she saw him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blake, standing above her on the street, his hand steady on her shoulder. The way he handled the accident, calm and unshaken. Ordering for her without hesitation. Sliding the card across with a certainty she couldn\u2019t shake. And finally telling her she could call him whenever she needed anything. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her pulse fluttered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She told herself it was only adrenaline, the aftershock of the crash. But the memory of his voice\u2014low, even, absolute\u2014echoed clearer than screeching tires or crunching metal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been through worse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you love it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen it isn\u2019t a waste.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She drew her knees up to her chest, water rippling around her. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Not her teachers. Not her friends. Certainly not her father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her fingers skimmed the water\u2019s surface, restless. The card was out of sight, but she could feel it still\u2014sharp, waiting. And with it, his voice lingered, impossible to drown out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She curled tighter, the water rippling softly around her. His voice threaded through the quiet as if silence itself had learned his voice. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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