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I ran to his body lying on the floor unmoving. As I neared his face my heart stopped, it was pale white and his eyes were staring up to the ceiling unblinking. I dropped down onto my knees and put my fingers to his throat looking for a pulse. There was nothing. He was dead. I buried my head into his chest, breathing in his scent one last time, before they took him away, before they took him away from me.
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After having lost the man she thought was it to death, Grace Ashide didn't think there were few worse things, but boy was she wrong. When a man breaks into her house, claiming to be someone he's not, she starts to question everything around her. What will happen when her true love maybe isn't dead?