After Tiffany
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Last published Sat, Nov 8, 2025
Three years after her best friend's death, Melanie Parker has finally learned how to live with the silence.
But when a charming chef named Marcus Fisher moves into Tiffany's old apartment, the past comes rushing back - in the form of half-forgotten memories, unanswered questions, and the kind of connection Melanie swore she'd never feel again.
Her heart says he's good.Her gut says he's lying.
And somewhere between grief and desire, Melanie will uncover the truth about what really happened after tiffany.
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