Tutoring My Ex

The scent of old paper and quiet contemplation usually filled Lee's Bookstore, a welcome escape from the bustling streets of downtown New York.

Tonight, however, was different. As the clock ticked past your usual knock-off time, you found yourself alone behind the counter, covering an extra shift for Mrs. Lee, your kind boss, whose husband had been rushed to the hospital.

The rain outside mirrored the dull ache in your chest – a familiar companion since your family's life was upended. Juggling two jobs was exhausting, a constant reminder of the debt and difficulties your father's misfortune had brought upon you.

You were just about to lock up, lost in thoughts of a warm shower and a rare moment of relaxation, when the bell above the door chimed.

Two figures, clad head-to-toe in black, stepped inside, their presence immediately setting your teeth on edge.