Rose had spent forty-eight hours pacing her apartment. She looked at the bills piling up, the empty space where her trust in Kelvin used to be, and the cold, stark reality of her future. Then, she thought of Alexander -the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room and the promise of a life where she would never have to be "disposable" again. His calm, his focus-was vivid, playing on a loop in her mind. It was frustrating. Why him? She didn't move in his circles. She didn't want the kind of life that came with a man like that. Yet, she found herself wondering if he had even spared her a second thought or if she was just a momentary diversion in a day filled with high-stakes business. With a shaking hand, she dialled the number he had left on the back of his business

