AIDEN’S POVThe next morning came faster and felt heavier than most. I did not close my eyes all night. My thoughts refused to stop replaying last night, the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes, the impossible truth that Alana was alive.Alive.And I’d buried her years ago, or at least, I thought I had.I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, elbows on my knees, staring blankly at the wall. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Charlotte’s name.I couldn’t bring myself to touch it. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to hear her voice. God, I did. I needed it. But how do you talk to the woman you love when your dead wife just walked out of a restaurant breathing and smirking?And to make it worse, I didn't even tell Charlotte that I had a wife before her?If she hears this she will hate me for life.I dragged my hand through my hair, jaw tightening. “What the hell is happening to me?” I muttered in the quiet room. The walls didn’t answer, only the low hum of the heater filled the silence.
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