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to me. Quiet. Hollow. Like it belonged to someone else.
Victoria laughed once.
“Oh, sweetheart. I absolutely can.”
She stepped closer, her heels sinking slightly into the wet grass.
“Adrian is gone,” she said. “And whatever little fantasy you were living died with him.”
A sharp ache moved through my chest at his name.
Adrian.
My husband.
My best friend.
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