Chapter 4
I stared at the thin bank card, lost in thought.
Finally, I asked the hotel manager to send me
the security footage, but I didn’t expose
Jessica.
Five years later.
I was grateful for the decision to bring Mom
to Boston for treatment. She was cured and
just needed to focus on staying healthy.
I’d found a good job in Boston with a decent
salary.
I made the final transfer to Jessica’s account,
a total of $60,000. The extra $10,000 was
interest.
With that weight finally off my shoulders, I felt incredibly free.
One evening, I was biking home from work when a figure stepped out of the shadows in my apartment building’s hallway, blocking my path.
It was an old building, no elevator, and the hallway lights were busted. I couldn’t see his
face.
I gasped, about to scream, but he pulled me into a hug.
“Sarah, I finally found you.”
The voice was familiar.
It took a moment for me to ask, incredulous, “Ethan Miller?”
“It’s me,” he said. “Why did you leave without
a word? I’ve been looking for you for five
years.”
I pushed him away. “Mr. Miller, I’m just a former employee. Why are you looking for
me?”
His eyes, intense in the dim light, locked on
mine. “Sarah Matthews, have you forgotten?
You weren’t just my employee. You were my
girlfriend.”
“A thief like me doesn’t deserve to be Mr.
Miller’s girlfriend. You’ve mistaken me for
someone else.”
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His voice dropped. “Are you still angry about
what happened?”
“You were the one who tried to steal
Jessica’s bracelet. What was I supposed to
do? Lie in front of everyone?”
After all this time, he still thought I was the
thief.
I wanted to show him the video, to rub it in
his face.
But I’d chosen the $50,000 over the truth
back then.
I couldn’t go after Jessica now.
The past was the past. I just wanted to live
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“Mr. Miller, we have nothing to talk about.
Please leave.”
I walked past him, up the stairs.
He followed me, but I shut the door in his
face.
The next morning, he was there again when I
left for work.
He was wearing the same clothes, looking
exhausted, like he’d slept in his car.
He blocked my way. “Sarah, we need to talk.”
“Mr. Miller, I don’t think we do. I’m late for
work. Excuse me.”
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His voice took on a pleading tone. “Sarah, I’ve
been searching so hard for you these past
few years.”
“That’s not my problem. I didn’t ask
