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Yvette’s mind shifted immediately. She stood up, her expression unreadable. “It’s okay, Ryan,” she said, her voice calm but cold. “We all make mistakes.” She gave him a brief nod before her gaze flickered down to her phone, the notification from her contact pulling her attention away from the awkward conversation.
Ryan stood frozen, unsure whether she had accepted his apology or if she was just letting him off lightly. He’d expected anger, maybe even rejection, but Yvette’s reaction only left him more confused. Before he could gather his thoughts, she was already turning away, her posture signaling the end of their interaction.
“I have to go,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced at it quickly. “I’ll see you around.”
Ryan watched as Yvette walked away, her figure growing smaller as she disappeared into the crowd. For a brief moment, he stood there, torn between relief and regret. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn’t find the words.
Meanwhile, Yvette walked briskly down the path, her mind focused on the new problem at hand. The message had been urgent—Flying Fish was in trouble. The coded words told her all she needed to know. It wasn’t just a business setback. It was more than that.
Her thoughts turned to Jeremiah, still in the bookstore, oblivious to her departure. She hadn’t intended to leave him like this, but she knew she had to handle the situation before it escalated any further. I’ll make it up to him later, she promised herself.
As she made her way to the exit of the campus, she felt the weight of everything pressing down on her: the Carter family drama, her mother’s cryptic warning, the looming dangers tied to her past. It was all coming to a head, and she had to keep her head clear if she was going to navigate it.
The sun beat down on her as she approached the street corner, her mind already planning her next move. Whatever trouble Flying Fish was in, she had no intention of letting it spiral out of control. She’d dealt with worse, and she was more than capable of handling whatever came next.
As she walked out into the street, the shadows seemed to stretch longer, and for the first time in a while, Yvette felt an unsettling chill.
