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CHAPTER 60.

Author: Praise Lan
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OLD FRIEND

Anne's POV

Marriage had softened some of the sharp edges of my past, but it had not erased them.

Maxwell liked our weekends simple—quiet mornings, shared laughter, errands that felt oddly intimate because we did them together. That Saturday, he leaned against the kitchen counter with a boyish smile and said, “We’re out of foodstuff again. Let’s restock properly.”

I laughed. “You say that every week.”

“And every week, you agree,” he teased.

I did. So I took the car and drove to the large grocery store on the edge of town, the one with wide aisles and bright lights and a way of making you feel anonymous among strangers. I welcomed the anonymity. Some days, peace was found in blending in.

I grabbed a cart and pushed through the entrance, already running through a mental list—rice, vegetables, spices, toiletries. Normal things. Safe things.

Then it happened. I turned an aisle corner too quickly and almost collided with someone. I froze.

I saw her, Eleanor. Time seemed to paus
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