Lydia lowered her head and, with a click, turned the doorknob.

Just as she opened the door, Tiffany, overwhelmed by the effects of the drug, collapsed into Quincy's arms.

Quincy had been caught off guard. He had only meant to help her, but Tiffany, standing behind him, suddenly made a move, catching him by surprise. Without warning, she lunged, causing both of them to fall onto the bed. As she reached for his lips, Quincy's eyes darkened, and he tilted his head just in time, causing her kiss to land awkwardly on his chin.

He frowned, pulling away, but at that exact moment, the door swung open.

He looked up, stunned, and saw Lydia standing there.

She took a step back.

"Lydia, wait! Nothing happened between us!" For the first time, the usual calm on his face cracked as he stumbled to his feet.

But Lydia recoiled even faster. The sadness on her face was overwhelming, and without a word, she turned and left.

Quincy tried to run after her, but Tiffany held onto him tightly.

figure disappear,

all too

Lydia left, he spent a day and a night searching for

gone? Would she ever come back to

home, lost and

her time off, and upon seeing Lydia, she couldn't hide her surprise. "Ma'am, you're back? I thought you

his cup, his towel and everything in the room had him in it. Even

he wanted no one but her, that she was the only one. But he hadn't

say, "seeing is believing", and now she had seen it with her

her stomach It was a habit she had developed over

reminder of the life inside her. Every time she felt that small rise, it filled her

time, all she felt

now, it seemed, so

unbearable heartache, hit her like a tidal wave. She felt as if she were being strangled, barely able to breathe. Her home was gone.

was the point of

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