Chapter 1

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- Her -

*April 2, present year*


I zip the side of my peach-colored cocktail dress and stared at the reflection in front of me.


Who would have thought you scrub up nicely?


I smile as I recall how it sounded when he said it. It's been a long while and I can still hear it clearly. Like he just said it yesterday.


I move to the dresser to put the finishing touches on my face when my eye caught the calendar.


April 2.



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