Chapter 348
Chapter 348:
Giffard shook his head slowly. “I doubt it.”
That left Alexia staring at him, waiting for more.
Giffard simply shrugged and kept his thoughts to himself.
“Anyway, there’s no need to make things harder than they are,” he remarked.
Alexia gave a nod. “You’re right about that.”
Raising her head, she watched as Millie and Brandon moved farther away. “I just can’t help feeling bad for Millie,” she whispered. “Seven years was no short time.”
Giffard nodded along. Yes, how many stretches of seven years does a person really get?
Meanwhile, Millie followed Brandon out the door.
His car waited by the entrance to the police station.
Tall trees and a patchwork of moonlight made the night feel especially cool.
A gentle breeze rustled through, sending loose strands of Millie’s hair fluttering. Brandon glanced over at her, memories flashing back to that evening at Moonlit Estate when she seemed so small and fragile. The source of thɪs content is.net
He reached out, meaning to neaten her hair, but she stepped back with a guarded look.
“There’s hair out of place,” Brandon remarked, a frown creasing his brow.
At what point had she grown so wary of him?
“I’ll take care of it,” Millie replied, smoothing her hair on her own.
They continued to the car, and Brandon held the door open for her to get in first.
Once inside, both chose the back seat, and an uneasy quiet settled between them.
Streetlights glimmered beyond the windows, and the woods outside sat in hushed darkness.
Neither of them said a word.
Seconds slipped by in silence.
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Brandon finally broke it after a while.
“I know,” he retorted, his gaze fixed on the dark woods ahead. “I know about your car accident.”
Millie offered a quiet nod. “Alright.”
“Back at the stairwell that day, I swear I never meant for things to turn out the way they did,” Brandon said. He wasn’t sure if saying it would matter now, but he couldn’t stay silent. “Everything was a mess. I was trying to hold Alexia back, stop her from swinging, and pull her away from Vivian, but they kept thrashing around. They wouldn’t stop. I had to push harder just to keep them apart. Them. I don’t even know how it happened. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I shoved you. I reached out, I really did, but it all happened too fast. And then you were falling.”
He kept his eyes trained on the trees outside, unable to look at Millie.
He had no idea how she would take this, but he felt he owed her an explanation.
Millie listened quietly and only replied, “Alright.”
The silence between them returned.
What Brandon couldn’t see was the way Millie’s hands curled into tight fists, her fingers pressing so hard into her palms that it hurt.
She focused on keeping her face calm, forcing her thoughts away from the baby she’d lost and those long, bitter days after that.
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