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Chapter One Hundred and One: What Peace Looks Like

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We spent three days by the water.

Not far. Not an international flight or a resort that required a packing list. Just a house two hours north that Ethan had found and booked with the same quiet competence he brought to everything, three days by the water with Noah at my mother's and the world at a manageable distance and nothing required of either of us except the simple unhurried business of being married.

It was exactly right.

The house had a garden that ran to the edge of the water and a kit
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