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“You don’t owe me anything anymore,” he huffs, ignoring my question. “And you don’t have to worry about me bothering you.”

I understand his words, and yet, they don’t make sense to me. “Not that I’m complaining but, why? What happened?”

“Don’t worry about it. The car thing is all set.”

“Wait, what?”

“It’s paid. Don’t ask fucking questions. Have a nice life.”

Baffled, I watch him hurry away. What the hell is going on today? Is it a full moon or something?

I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and with my body screaming at me to rest, I shrug off Rex’s weird behavior and head inside the building. I press the button for the elevator, tapping my foot as I impatiently wait for it to come down.

The elevator takes an eternity. As I step into the hallway, I can hear muffled voices coming from inside the apartment, which causes me to furrow my brow. Mrs. L never has visitors, except for her best friend, and the second voice I hear is too deep to be female.

For the thousandth time that day, my world is rocked when I enter the apartment. Mrs. L is standing at the stove making tea, while Dillan sits on her plastic-covered sofa holding Isaac.

Wait.

Dillan is here?

I instantly freeze at the sight, thoroughly unprepared for my son’s father to be sitting there holding him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Our eyes meet, and the world around me and Dillan melts away.

I’m sure Mrs. L says something, but all I hear is the blood rushing in my ears.

“Oh, hi Dillan,” I can’t think of anything else to say.

“Hi Lizzie,” he says.

“What are you doing here?”

Dillan rises to his feet and carefully places Isaac in his cradle. “I came to see you, actually.”

Hold on.

Let me process this.

I take a beat to gather my thoughts.

Somehow, he got wind of my address after all (and I honestly don’t care how), and on his way here to see me… “You happened to cross paths with my charming ex,” I conclude with a smirk.

Mrs. L nods with a wry smile. “Ah, yes, quite the charmer, indeed. Got his just desserts, didn’t he?”

Well, that explains Rex’s speedy retreat. No wonder he wanted to vanish into thin air. I find myself wondering just what the hell he said to Dillan to make him punch him like that.

Dillan has never been the aggressive type.

My shoulders drop, and gratitude fills my heart. “Thank you for settling the bill with him. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble.” Dillan shrugs with a soft smile.

“I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

Watching him standing there, he reminds me so much of that boy from school, all cute and earnest. And his generosity? It just makes my heart melt.

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