The Wife Swap
I looked back at Ashton’s tombstone, took a deep breath, and whispered, “I’ll come back soon, Ash. I promise.”
I stood, brushing off my jeans, and gave one last glance at the flowers I had left for her. With one final look, I turned and walked away, the warmth of the sun on my face and the excitement of the book launch ahead filling my heart. Even though part of me still felt lost without Ashton, I knew that I was beginning to find myself again. Slowly, but surely, I was figuring out how to wade through life on my own...and that was something I thought I’d never do.
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