Georgia’s POVThe rain had not stopped for days. It drummed against the windows of my office like nervous fingers. The city outside blurred into lines of silver and black, and every sound felt heavier than it should. I was looking at the clock on the wall when the door opened without a knock. My heart skipped. “I hoped I’d find you here,” said a voice I had not heard in years. I froze. My pen fell from my hand. He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. His coat was wet from the storm, his hair darker from rain, but his eyes, the same eyes that once made me feel safe were unreadable. “I should have called,” he said. “But I didn’t trust what you’d say.” “Why are you here?” I asked, my voice thin. “To see you,” he said simply. I stood, but the room swayed. Memories rushed back: the almost-wedding, the necklace he gave me, the night I ran. “You’re married now,” I said. “I saw the announcement.” “I am,” he said. “But I still needed closure.” His words cut
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