R flickered over Sylvia' s pale face,
cée-to-be, now fragile and br
that sterile room, promising to be
ger felt real with her, far from the c
party, rushing to find her, I foun
ugh? This isn't fair to Caleb!" and her callous re
on, my comfort, my entire world built
for a fool, shamelessly indulging in a
t of tenderness I gave her, was m
o marry be so utterly fake, so gr
in the ruins, a new, c
past her name, and dialed a nu
that merge
la brewery manager. She had no idea she was me
r from over. It