Semua Bab THE SWITCH: 100 DAYS OF ME AND YOU : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Miles povSome days feel heavier than others. Today felt like the whole goddamn world was sitting on my chest.I wiped my hands on my apron and forced a tight smile as another customer walked out, their to-go bag of pastries in hand. The bell above the door chimed, a sound I’d heard a thousand times in this old building. It should’ve been comforting. It wasn’t.“Hang in there, Miles,” Mrs. Carter called as she left, her voice soft with pity. “We’re praying for your father.”I swallowed hard and nodded. “Thank you, ma’am.”She wasn’t the first one to say that today. Won’t be the last either.Dad was in the hospital — again. Another heart attack. Another ride of chest pain and sirens and me holding his hand while begging him not to die on me. He's seventy years old. Seventy. And this building, this run-down old building, is the only thing keeping us together.The Kaden House. That's what we called it back then — although technically speaking, it was just an old restaurant with peeling p

Miles' POVThe bell over the door emitted its usual half-hearted jingle as I pushed it open. The scent of fresh bread and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, winding itself around the wooden beams of our little restaurant like an old, invisible friend. I reversed the "Closed" sign to "Open," though I wasn't sure that it made a significant amount of difference anymore.It was early, not even 9 a.m., and only a handful of people came in — regulars for the most part. Old Mrs. Hadley from across the street who always ordered a cup of weak tea and half a muffin. Jamal, the art student from the university who sometimes played his guitar out front for tips. And a tired-looking nurse named Danielle who worked the night shift and stopped by for a coffee that was "strong enough to raise the dead."I smiled tightly at all of them as they settled into their favorite spots.The store was quiet — too quiet, but I wasn't surprised. Business had been even slower since Dad's heart attack. It was just me n

Miles' POVThe demolition truck's engine roared to life — thunderous, furious, and blinding. The ground beneath my feet shook as the massive vehicle surged ahead. The others had all retreated, keeping well out of reach. The others except me.I stood straight in front of the door, my cuffs locked around the doorknob. Sweat trickled down my face, my own heart pounding so fiercely it physically ached. My entire body shuddered with adrenaline, fear, and fury.Was I going to do this?Was I going to get smashed because some billionaire thought that being poor meant I was powerless?I snatched a glance at my dad. He was pale and frail, huddled against a nurse, his face twisted with pain — but in his eyes, those worn-out old eyes, there seared a fire of pride. If he were well enough, I knew, he'd be standing here right next to me.And then… the truck came closer.And closer.And closer.I wanted to take a step back. Every strand of me cried out to take a step back.But I couldn't.Not now.If

Grayham's POV"You really live like this?"I bellowed off the wafer-thin walls of the hospital room, glaring up at the ceiling before letting my gaze drift over to the grime-covered tiles on the floor. The entire building was a cry of abandonment—like even the flies were too embarrassed to be part of the scenery.Miles, or I, to be precise, sitting there in my body with that exhausted look in his eyes, didn't reply. He simply rubbed the bridge of his nose as though he'd lived a decade over night."No television. No good coffee. And the nurse referred to the toilet as a 'shared facility.' Is that even legal?""Grayham.""No. No, I'm not done." I collapsed back onto the thin hospital bed, which creaked like it had arthritis. "This is hell. This is what you call life? Jesus."He got up. "You think I wanted this? You think this is what I wanted for myself?"I sat up, laughing. "Well, someone has to want it, because it's certainly not me. I wouldn't put a damn dog in here."He stared at me

Grayham’s POVI stepped out of the hospital with my bowels heating up with rage. While that pauper gets to ride in my limo, I’m trapped in his body and forced to figure out a way out unlike him who got Henry and my team at his beg and call.Imagine walking down the street and no one even notices you. I used to command so much attention.I had just walked away from the hospital when a cab pulled up in front of me. The driver pulled down the reflectors and smiled.“Going somewhere?”“Back off!” I yelled at the elderly man.He sped off.Why should I get into a cab? I wondered but immediately after the car drove away, realization dawned on me. In this body, I was a nobody.This means that the only way I could move around was by getting into a cab. I wanted to go somewhere and hide until we figured out this shit but I needed to be Miles while he was being me else his dad would form a search party and get another heart attack like he said.“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered under