Mia's POVThat weekend, I left my son, Nicholas White, in the care of Derek Smith, the owner of the diner I worked at, and arrived at the restaurant on time for the class reunion.I sat in the far corner of the private dining room, watching everyone exchange pleasantries while they all ignored me. I kept my head down, gripping the faded hem of my shirt.It was then that the door to the private dining room swung open again, prompting almost everyone to immediately go over to greet whoever had just arrived."You're finally here, Hugh! Do we have to start calling you Mr. Thorne now?""You're doing so well for yourself these days! You have a successful career and a happy family! We're all so jealous of you, Hugh!" Hugh Thorne, my husband, was the one who walked into the private dining room—the man who had been dead for three years. He looked around the room and finally fixed his eyes on me, his breath catching for a moment.I looked up and met his gaze.Hugh frowned and asked cold
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