The runway affair by C.L Smoke

Author:C.L Smoke [Smoke, C.L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-25T00:00:00+00:00

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ADDIE

It’s been a week since the flowers were delivered, and Scarlett is on edge. Anytime she leaves the house, she texts me immediately. If I’m doing something with the kids, she’ll blow up my phone. Even when she had her interview with the Today show, you could see how anxious she was.

I think I’m perfectly fine, but she thinks I’m going to get hit by a bus or something.

It’s New York, so it could happen, but the statistics aren’t that high.

I have Remi and Rhyder next to me as we walk down the busy sidewalk to a bakery. The twins wanted donuts, and I figured I should get a bagel or something so I don’t pass out trying to keep up with their energy.

I give the cashier a twenty and tell her to keep the change. It feels nice having money for once. Working for Scarlett has its benefits, that’s for sure.

Rhyder chooses the table in the furthest corner of the bakery, since it has a doodle of a cat and mouse. His little fingers trace the sketched outline before he pokes his donut, the rainbow sprinkles on the side falling onto the table before he stuffs it into his mouth, covering his face in chocolate.

I rip the foil top of the cream cheese and smooth it across the bagel before taking a bite. The twins giggle when I get cream cheese on my chin, and I make a face, sticking my tongue out as the two of them laugh. There’s something off with the cream cheese, but it was in the normal silver packaging, so I know it isn’t any kind of flavor. I told the woman about my allergy, and she made sure to get me a fresh plain bagel away from any other product they had.

I clean my chin before cleaning their faces, and a cough rips through my throat, and I feel a tickle get stuck. Grabbing my wallet, I head back to the front counter, only to find words stuck in my throat. The hair on the back of my neck prickles, and my skin begins to burn.

I recognize this feeling.

Grasping the front counter, my throat tightens.

“Are you okay?” the cashier asks, and I shake my head vigorously, clawing at my throat.

“Al,” I wheeze, struggling to speak. I grab a pen and hastily scribble on a napkin.

Allergy. Nuts.

I didn’t have anything with nuts in it, so I don’t understand what happened. “Oh god. Someone call 911! Do you have an epi-pen?”

“Bag,” I wheeze. My breathing is becoming more erratic, and I’m trying to stay calm, knowing my EpiPen is in my bag. A concerned older man pulls out a chair and helps me sit down, but I can feel my throat swelling. It’s hard to breathe.

Remi and Rhyder run up to me, and I wrap my arms around them so they won’t get scared. I see the lights from the ambulance as the girl rushes back to me with my bag. I fumble with the zipper, but I finally manage to reach in and grab my EpiPen.

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