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Epilogue

The wind whipped her hair into her eyes.

Her skirt wrapped round her legs and she clutched the lilies in her grasp tighter, wishing she didn’t have to place them on his grave. The weeks leading to his funeral, she had locked herself up, refusing contact with anyone.

She didn’t even speak his name anymore.

She wouldn’t even let her mind think of what they had. They were all memories too sacred and painful to be remembered.

Her eyes roamed across the headstone searching, pinning for answers. Why did it have to be him?

Wiping the lone tear that had slipped down her cheek, she muttered ‘Traitor.’ The damn tears never knew when to stop, she thought.

The flowers fell to the grave with a plop and she crunched down to arrange them.

Cincinnati, she mused, would make a nice place for a new start.

With that thought, she backed away from Flynn’s grave and made her way to the Chevrolet she’d rented.

It was going to be a whole era for her, hopefully.

…If the darkness doesn’t follow
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