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My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

He looked first, understood second, and said nothing for fifty years except through the thirty-eight pages of his observations, which I am holding now. That the fifty years is not a summary of what happened. It is what the fifty years are. Not the briefs or the books or the foundation or the practice or the marriage or the children. The fifty years themselves, lived, from the inside, in the full knowledge of what they were. That is the thing. That is the whole thing. She closes the notebook.

"Alright. We'd better not talk too much about Nikolai's affairs. When we meet Hailey in the future, we will pretend that we don't know her" "What else can we do?" Nadine pouted, and she looked slightly interested. She must figure out what happened five years ago. ...... ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

The way she had signed the papers in silence and walked out of the mansion alone and disappeared into a city I hadn't known to look in for five years. I pressed the malachite against my palm until I could feel its edges. I had made him wait five years to be found. I had made her survive five years alone with what I had done. The car moved through Philadelphia toward the highway. I sat in the back with the malachite and the weight of five years of wrong decisions settling into my bones like weather moving in, like a storm that had been building on the horizon for eleven months and had finally arrived. I did not look away from it.

"None a word was in tune. How could they say it sounded like R&B? Who do you think you are?" "I have heard that child number five was from a very rich family, that his father is a real estate developer. It seems that the competition of fathers is at play!" --------------- We have opened a discussion post on Facebook Group about this book , and you can post anything you want to say about this story, and we will invite the original author to unpuzzle all your questions. The post link is : https://www.facebook.com/groups/TapReader/, so just shoot! Besides, if you have found out any bug of TapRead, you can also find a post in Facebook group for you to complain.

He could not be resurrected. He thought of the year. 1789. Only two years prior to the last time he had seen him. He wondered if that was it? Maybe it was because he had gone back such a short time? Maybe that meant that his son was still alive, just two years younger. That would seem to make sense. But it was his understanding that for a human, if one changed the future then one changed the past—and thus one’s dying in 1791 would wipe out their 1789 existence. Meaning, Jade could not be alive now.

"My father's death was his own choice. My mother's death was her illness. Both of those may have something to do with Anna's mother. But they have nothing to do with Anna." "Her mother left when she was ten. She understood nothing. You cannot put their guilt on her." "These five years, she dropped out of school. She carried a child alone. She sold her blood, she ran packages through the underground, she was in a motorcycle accident. And she did all of it while keeping a critically ill daughter alive. Can you imagine how she made it through that? And you still think she's like her mother? Chasing money and men?" "The greatest regret of my life is that I didn't go to meet her that day. If I ha

It was my fifth year of marriage to Julian. For the previous four Christmases, I was not able to spend the holiday with my parents even once. The Carter family had always believed that since I had married into their family, I should spend the holidays with them. This year, I finally decided I was not going to give in anymore. "I want to spend Christmas with my parents." Julian did not even look up. "I need to be with my family too." His tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "If you want to go, then go by yourself."

Just as she was about to exit the mall, a voice called out, "Rebecca?" She turned to see someone waving vigorously from the descending escalator. To her surprise, it was her instructor from the dance academy. "Mrs. Lemke?" she exclaimed, her heart lifting with joy. Lauren Lemke quickly descended the escalator and approached, taking hold of Rebecca's hands with evident joy. "It's really you, Rebecca! It's been five years since we last saw each other. How have you been?" A wave of sadness washed over her. Five years had passed, and she had lived like a useless invalid.

"Wait, what?" "Yeah," I smile. "I was five, and Rex was seven. Mom, Dad, and I went here for a vacation once. It was the time they were making you." "Can you stop with that?" Ares groans. "Just having images of our parents having sex is disturbing."