My editor is my lover. Novel: "My marraige bureau system"

"What are you talking about, Liam? I don't know what any of this means. Your defenses don't make sense to me anymore. And what 'right' are you talking about?"

"I can't bear this anymore. I just can't..." Elaine gasped, looking into Liam's eyes, sensing there was a shocking truth in his words.

"I don't care, Liam, if it's true or not or what kind of relationship you have with him. All I know is I'm hating your justifications right now. Please, just walk out of here. I'm requesting you. This is the last thing that you will do for me."

Elaine grabbed Liam's arm and pushed him forward. Liam stumbled.

"Now you've forgotten how to walk, huh? All you know is how to disturb someone's life!"

"Elaine! Enough of this. Deep down, you know these things are for someone else, not me." Liam brushed his hand across his face.

"Look, Elaine, I..."

Liam walked toward her, lightly touching her shoulder.

"How dare you touch me!" Elaine slapped him hard across the face. "I should've done it earlier."

Elaine ran out of the park.

A loud car horn blared.

"Elaine, watch out!"

Liam dashed toward her, pushing her aside.

THUD!

The car struck Liam, sending him flying onto the footpath.

"Huh, that's enough for now," Sara said, closing her laptop and putting her AirPods back in their case.

"Wonder why I always listen to music while writing," she mumbled.

Sara got up from her chair at the sound of loud noises outside.

"What's that noise?" she muttered, looking around her room.

"Oh, right, my room doesn't even have a window. Not a single hole to peek outside."

She slammed her fist against the wall, opened her door, and stepped out.

"Mom! What's that noise outside?"

Noticing a note stuck to the fridge, Sara read aloud:

"I knocked on your door three times, but you didn't answer. We'll talk when I get home. Don't go anywhere until then."

Sara rubbed her eyes, producing a squeaky noise.

"I don't care! I'm 22, and I can do whatever I want. And right now, I want to check outside!"

She grabbed her skateboard and umbrella, heading out.

Suddenly, it started raining.

"Wow, this town is turning into a rain-soaked, crime-filled Gotham lately," she muttered.

A crowd had gathered around a red-tinted taxi parked on the footpath.

"So, that's where the noise was coming from," Sara whispered.

"Hey, mister, what's going on here?" she asked.

"A taxi hit an old man. Struck him hard," a man replied.

"Police won't let anyone touch the body. They're gathering evidence," another man added.

Sara pushed through the crowd to see the scene clearly.

"Uncle Caleb!" she gasped, her heart pounding at the sight of the old man's lifeless body.

"No! This can't be happening. Yesterday, I was talking to you, and now you're...gone. And who let a taxi into such a narrow street?"

"Step aside, ma'am. We need to investigate," a police officer said, collecting blood samples.

"This wasn't an accident! It's your fault for letting that taxi in!" Sara exclaimed.

"Ma'am, don't tell us how to do our job. Why are you so agitated? Did you call the taxi?"

"How could I? I've been working all day! Don't shift your negligence onto me!"

"Ma'am, you're under arrest for harassing the police. You're coming with us for questioning."

The officer handcuffed Sara's hands roughly.

"You'll regret this!" Sara yelled as the officer leaned in and whispered menacingly, "Let's see about that."

"I'll report you!" Sara shouted.

A voice from behind interjected, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Isn't that right, officer?"

Sara turned slightly, recognizing Elaine. The officer forced her into the car.

Elaine smirked, waving her fingers mockingly.

"Leave me alone!" Sara shouted, resisting, but the officer threw her into a holding cell.

"Give me my phone. I have the right to call someone," Sara demanded.

The officer tossed her phone onto the floor. She picked it up, dusted it off, and dialed a number on speed dial.

"Hello? Yeah, it's me, Sara. I need your help. Please come to the police station with your wallet."

"Okay, Sara, don't worry. I'm on my way," Langster replied, searching for his wallet under his bedsheet.

"Looking for this?" a woman under the blanket asked, waving his wallet.

"Yes, thanks," Langster said, taking it from her and moving the blanket slightly.

"Sorry, I have to go," he said, caressing her cheek and kissing her lips softly.

"There was a woman's voice on the phone," the woman muttered.

"Yes, it was Sara, the novelist from the coffee shop. She's in trouble. I have to hurry," Langster said, slipping on his favorite white shirt and tucking it into his pants.

"Breakfast is in the kitchen. Sorry, you'll have to serve yourself," Langster said as he rushed out.

At the police station, he found Sara.

"What happened? Why are you here?"

"I can't talk about it. It'll only make things worse. Talk to the officer instead," she said.

Langster spoke to the officer, who opened the cell after 10 minutes.

"Next time, don't interfere in police work," the officer said with a creepy smile.

"Thank you, officer," Langster replied, slightly bowing.

Outside the station, Langster asked, "Now, will you tell me what happened?"

"It was all their fault. You know how corrupt this town is. Sorry for the trouble. I'll pay you back later."

"That's fine, but be careful next time."

"Please, come home with me. I've just finished a chapter," Sara said.

You know uncle caleb langster, he's dead now.

(Here sign here and your thumb print there.)

Whats happening here? You langster's friend.

I am asking you. What you are doing in front of uncle's caleb house.

This house is your now. Thank you, for giving your time.

(A man in black suit speaked and handed the file in Elaine's hand).