HaileyI reached out and took the folded cream paper straight from Evans' hand, my fingers brushing against his cold skin while I read Valarie's neat handwriting twice."Is it really from her?" Nancy asked, stepping closer to my elbow, her eyes fixed on the dried rose sitting inside the velvet box."It is," I whispered, letting out a breath I did not realize I was holding. "She left it here herself, or she paid someone to drop it on the porch before sunrise."Evans wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his chest while we both looked down at the simple note. "She wanted us to know that she is moving on too."The spring air arrived in Paris six months later, bringing soft green leaves to the high trees lining the quiet streets of our new neighborhood. We did not return to the massive, cold Wilson mansion on the edge of the city, the place where I had once spent lonely nights in a separate bedroom while my world fell apart. Evans had secretly bought a smaller two-story
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