Gavin and I grew up in the same orphanage.He was proud and soft-spoken, constantly targeted by bullies, so for thirteen long years I stood up for him.At eighteen, we quietly fell in love.I gave him a pair of clay figurines I sculpted by hand, and we made a vow to stay together as long as the figurines remained intact.At twenty-three, we decided to get married and buy a place to call our own.To realize our shared dream, I went overseas to work for five years, wiring every single cent I earned back to him.Finally, six months ago, Gavin told me he had saved enough money to buy the house we had been eyeing.The day I saw the deed, I was picking cherries on a farm half a world away.I was working nine and a half hours a day, my skin peeling off my sunburnt face, yet my heart brimmed with sweetness.Once the harvest season ended, I couldn’t wait another second. I bought a plane ticket and flew home to surprise him.I never expected to be at the other end of the surprise.The woman, Chl
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