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The earth shook with a 4.2-magnitude tremor, causing pandemonium. Amid the frenzied crowd, I was knocked down, and in that frightening instant, I lost my grip on the child I was holding. Maxwell, oblivious to my plight, simply took his boss' sister's hand and departed without a word. Later, I returned to an empty home, feeling numb. A package of unused miniature parasols awaited me—a cruel reminder of a shared past. Without hesitation, I discarded the box and made a long-distance phone call. "Ms. Grace Fitzgerald, Air New Zealand welcomes you. Please report within 30 days," said the voice on

Tremors of Betrayal, A Flight from Heartbreak

Should I contact law enforcement? Report an assault? File for unlawful detainment?


My flight to New Zealand was scheduled for tomorrow, and Air New Zealand was expecting my arrival. I couldn't risk any delays at this point.


Despite the anger bubbling within me, I swallowed my pride and made a choice. I lowered myself to the ground.


Fighting back tears of rage, I muttered through gritted teeth, "Emily, I apologize. The fault lies entirely with me. Please forgive my actions."


Emily's grin was saccharine, almost unsettlingly so. "Maxwell, you know the saying—'forgiveness is a virtue.' Allow Grace to stand. I pardon her."


Maxwell took her hand and departed without a backward glance.


I remained there, on my knees on the chilly earth, crumpled before my sister's tombstone. Silent droplets fell, a quiet release of pent-up emotions.


The following day, I embarked on my journey to New Zealand, my spirit heavy but resolute.


Chapter 6