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Love Beyond Time

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ISABELLE VALANCOURT'S POV:

​The bedroom is completely quiet except for the soft, steady beeping of the medical monitors sitting on the nightstand near the window.

​I have been sitting right here in this high-backed armchair for hours now, holding my husband's hand in both of mine, watching the shallow rise and fall of his chest. The whole room smells like the dried lavender I keep in the ceramic dishes, mixed with that sharp, artificial smell of medicine that I have come to hate over the past f
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