Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 22 Jinx

The voice sounded youthful. It belonged to a woman -a furious young woman.

Deirdre could feel her heart shrinking in dread. “Who are

you?”

“Who am I? Who am I?!” Eva Heinemann gaged as she sized Deirdre up with unreserved contempt. “Sterling is doomed because of you! Because of a stupid, irritating blind woman like you!”

Deirdre’s hands closed around the fabric of her own dress. “What happened to Sterry?”

“What happened? Ha! Do you know how much Sterling has sacrificed to protect you? They took his picture – the media took his picture and spread it all over the internet, and now he’s doxxed! The internet is canceling him! Do you know how big of a deal this is to a doctor? Saving and curing people is literally his job! And now, thanks to you, he can’t ever work in a public hospital again!

“And that Brendan Brighthall-he led the charge to

cancel the Fuller family! Do you know that? Any deal his business ventures made that was even remotely connected to the Fullers has been automatically voided, but oh, there is more! He threatened everyone – literally anyone-out of working with the Fullers. Failure to comply automatically means they are going against him, the most powerful man in the city!

“Do you get it yet? Do you understand that you, Deirdre McKinnon, are the reason sh*t hit the fan?! You jinxed him-you jinxed your own hero the moment he protected you to make sure you stayed out of the picture! You’re a f* cking catastrophe!”

Deirdre felt her heart sinking into an icy abyss in her stomach. Her feet felt like lead.

I want

Eva snarled, her teeth bared. “You might kill him just by showing your sh*t-attracting face one more time! Who the hell is gonna take that chance? Besides, you can’t even if you want

to even protect him instead of, I don’t know, grill him over

and

you: Make this go away!

God, she really was a walking jinx. She cursed everyone who was close to her. Her mother had been first, and now Sterling

She then lifted her head again and stared ahead, her eyes as liseless as ever. “I caused this, so I… I’ll end this. I’ll tell Brendan to stop, don’t

to hear, so she turned and

away.

her phone. Her fingers flew on the number pad, typing a string of numbers she had memorized and could no longer

made felt like lodging a knife in her throat. “What do you want from me in

snickered. He sounded pleased with

the Brighthall

call, and Deirdre put her phone away. She hailed a ride to the building, armed with only her walking stick, and made her way to the entrance before being immediately shoved away by security. “Go away. This ain’t a food canteen,

here!”

face seemed to have elicited the

feel the pain flaring

her feet again. “I have an appointment. Ask Mr. Brighthall if you don’t believe