Eloise's POVFive years later., Zurich.The afternoon sun scattered across the lake, shimmering like a handful of crushed diamonds.The sound of two sets of silvery laughter came from the garden."Mommy! Look! I caught one!"My five-year-old son ran toward me, holding up a butterfly. Behind him, my daughter, who had just learned to walk, toddled after her brother like a clumsy duckling.I sat on a wicker chair on the terrace, a cup of warm black tea in my hands.As the breeze blew past, I subconsciously touched my neck.A delicate platinum chain rests there, from which hangs the simple, perfect diamond Julian gave me.I wear it always, never wanting to take it off.Meanwhile, deep inside a drawer of my bedroom vanity, a thin layer of dust had settled on the velvet box.The mended moonstone lay quietly inside. A beautiful relic from another life. An essential part of the woman I was, but not the woman I am now.The evening news was playing on the living room TV."...Today marks the fift
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