chill seeping right through my coat and into my bones. It felt just like the day Liam and I eloped ten years ag

is non-negotiable, Elara. I h

glass. No warmth. We had just filed for divorce. Thir

more than the house I grew up in. I reached out, my fin

ou just... d

per. He pulled his arm away lik

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old, wet pavement. The promise he made when he put a ring on my finger echoed in

ss men in expensive suits. And me? I was the forgotten indie musician from Austin,

y tomb. For the last four years, Liam had been a ghost, a presence I felt more than saw. He often didn't co

rom MD Anderson. Stag

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took them to the fireplace. I lit a match and watched my sec

a long shot. A young, syrupy voice answered, a vo

hone, who

ame so casually felt like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. In that single, gut-wrenching moment, my despair

e phone, his voice annoyed,

contesting