Part 2: Out of the Spotlight

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Part 2: Famously Fortunate

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The clicking of my heels on the polished marble floor draws the attention of everyone I pass. I try not to look at any of them. Every one I look at now, reminds me of Caleb and how much I miss him.

"Ms. Morgan, can I take your umbrella?"

"No thank you," I say politely but sternly.

My gaze stays ahead of me. I smooth down my black dress, which wrinkled in the wind.

"It's right down there to the left," Someone points me towards the place my mind is set on.

"Thank you sir," I say, my eyes brimming with tears.

A single tear rolls down my cheek, then another and another.

And pretty soon, I've lost it.

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