“Mitchel, who's really pushing it here? Why not go comfort your damsel in distress who fell down the stairs? It takes two to tango, you know. I never asked you to stay."

"So you've been biting your tongue to seek justice for Henley, right?"

Mitchel sneered.

"Think what you want. I don't care," Raegan retorted without offering any explanation.

Livid, blue veins stood out on his temples, and Mitchel stared at her with his bloodshot eyes.

Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and found it was Lauren calling again.

Annoyed as hell, he took the call right in front of Raegan.

"What's up, Lauren?"

Lauren's voice, which was choked with sobs, came through. She complained about feeling terrible and begged him to come see her.

As he talked on the phone, Mitchel's eyes met Raegan's. Her indifference stung him more than he would like to admit.

He ended the call and, without a word, turned and walked away.

As his car sped off, the phone he had intended to give Raegan slipped from his pocket. In a fit of anger, Mitchel rolled down the window and chucked the phone into the river.

Why should he give the phone to her? So she could use it to call another man?

Once Mitchel had left, Raegan felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning the floor.

Then, she took the quilt out to the balcony to air out its musty smell.

The moment the house hit the market, Raegan rented it for three years and hoped to save money to buy it back.

Because of this, the interiors had not changed a bit from when she and her grandmother Lived here.

Although the place had seen better days, it felt warm and familiar.

About an hour or so, Raegan cooked noodles for dinner. After eating, she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt Like forever. She mentally kicked herself for forgetting to buy a new phone.

Living without a phone felt like living without an arm.