•RAFAEL•I had never been a man who spoke soft words.All my life I believed softness was weakness. Love was a door you left open only long enough for someone to walk in and take everything from you. The only way to survive feeling anything was to make sure nobody ever knew that you did.And then I married a woman who had every reason to hate me.And she stayed anyway.The ceremony was small, and it was exactly the way she wanted it.We stood on a small island off the coast, on a stretch of white sand where the ocean breathed quietly behind us and the wind moved through the trees above.Polly had arranged everything. She stood off to the side now with her arms folded and smiled. Aneira had chosen the island herself. She said she wanted a place far away from the place with all our memories. She walked toward me across the sand wearing a simple white dress that moved with the wind. It was nothing like the one she had worn the first time we stood across from each other, when everythin
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