He started to shake.
He took a step closer, but I warned him,
“Wouldn’t Ashley be mad, Justin?”
He got angry when I said her name.
“I told you, there’s nothing going on with
Ashley! Why do you keep bringing her up?”
He always acted offended, like I was accusing
him of something.
“Really?”
I asked, “The day before the piano
competition, you locked me on the roof! I was
freezing all night. I missed the competition
and got sick!”
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“You broke my fingers! I lost my chance to
get into the orchestra. I can’t even play
anymore!” My voice shook.
“It was my mom’s dream! I worked so hard!
And you ruined it!”
He looked shocked. “What dream?”
Tears ran down my face. “You know Ashley’s
mom’s dream! But my mom wanted me to get
into the orchestra, too.”
He turned pale.
He opened his mouth, but he didn’t say
anything.
He just stood there.
Г
I didn’t say anything else. I turned and left
with the movers.
Chapter 7
I tried to avoid them, but Justin’s family
wouldn’t leave me alone.
A woman sat across from me, stirring her
coffee.
“Name your price, Ms. Yun. How much will it
take for you to leave my son alone?”
“Mrs. Miller, I broke up with your son. What
more do you want?”
Justin’s mom.
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I’d met her before.
“So you’re the one clinging to my son? Ashley
is going to marry him. Her mom saved
Justin’s life.”
I was still in love with Justin then, so I ignored
her.
I was wrong.
If I’d left Justin earlier, my fingers wouldn’t be
broken.
The Miller family was powerful.
No one would help me when Justin hurt me.
Mrs. Miller took a sip of coffee. “That’s not
طمييمي
Ashley doesn’t want to see wOLL I
enough. Ashley doesn’t want to see you. I
want you to move away from here. Far away.”
Ashley said she “didn’t want to see me,” so
Mrs. Miller was forcing me to leave the city I’d
lived in my whole life.
I agreed.
I wanted the best medical care for my hands.
She would find a way to make me leave
anyway.
Three days later, I got on a plane.
I worked on my hands and went to therapy.
It hurt, but I kept going.
