Mary's POV I held my phone close as a small smile tugged at my lips while listening to Rose's excited voice on the other end. "Yes, Rose, I'll be coming to your wedding." My voice was warm but a flicker of hesitation crossed my face. "Layla is well now, you don't have to worry. Yes, we'll surely come." I reassured her while glancing at the little girl playing with her toys across the room. Layla turned and beamed a smile at me. Seeing that, my heart swelled up with joy and love. It had been years since I last set foot in New York, the place that once held my heart together before it shattered it. The city that had given me love, betrayal and heartbreak in the most cruel way possible. Now, I live in London, far away from those memories, far away from all of the people who created those memories. But now, I would be going back. The thought made me feel unsettled. Would the ghosts of the past welcome me, or would I finally be free from them? I had heard about Danny. How cou
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