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Den's presence was like an open wound, a constant reminder of what she'd lost. Mrs. Garfield sighed, her hand resting gently on Julie's arm. "Julie, you are a brilliant architect, and this project with Den is a golden opportunity. Don't let your past… your emotions, cloud your judgment." "I won't." Julie promised, though she wasn't entirely convinced. The silence returned, a heavy weight pressing down on them. After washing and drying their hands, Julie walked into the living room, her steps deliberate, her heart heavy. "Julie, come sit down." Mr. Garfield called, his voice a touch strained. "We need to talk."

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

***** Jules sat in front of the TV, a women’s talk show flickering on the screen, a book lay open on her lap. The book—a novel about strange bones found all over the world—bones from eras even older than her grandmother. The book was her dad's, and that was the one of the few things she still possessed of him. She wasn't a fan of books, not to talk of a book about something that never really added value to the world. But she needed the distraction—anything to keep her mind off Nolan… and the idea that he might, right this minute, be in some bridal shop testing dresses with Evie.

“Yes I don't have to…and I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the wake darling. My condolences. You do know working is a really effective drug. It helps get your mind off things…you should try it” “Thank you” Julie said and ended the call a little mad. She sat in her living room trying to steady her breath, but the house started to feel all stuffy. She couldn't stand it anymore. She changed her clothes and decided to go for a late jog to clear her mind… _________________ _________________

Slowly, I raised my head up and saw Julia and Gwendolyn standing with their arms folded. I closed the book and removed the earphones from my ears. "Hi?" That came out as a question because I was confused about their presence here. "She said "hi"." Julia said and both of them snickered. I frowned slightly with my brows furrowed. What's the problem? I wondered. Julia bent to my eye level and snatched the book from my hand, and pretended to go through the book. "A werewolf romance? Girl, ewww! You're so fucking gross." She said, with her face contorted in a disgusting expression.

I could hear them laughing about something, their voices melding together in the warm summer wind. Audrey's hand rested comfortably on Ray's forearm, a diamond ring glinting in the sun. The wedding had been four days after the fire started in an intimate ceremony at the local chapel. The town had celebrated their wedding, throwing a party in the hotel where most of the evacuees were staying. Everyone said it was the best party in the history of the town, as everyone celebrated instead of worrying over something we had no control over.

Thick enough to send my ovaries into cardiac arrest. I’m one internal monologue away from ditching Julie when a woman walks up and grabs his free hand. Then I catch the wedding band on his finger. And just like that, a bucket of cold water dumps over my entire libido. So much for that fantasy. Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell me there won’t be a marriage number four. And honestly? Fair. “I was at Zane’s last game,” Julie announces once she’s finally satisfied with her absurdly specific pad selection. “They’ve been so shitty this season, it’s a crime they still charge for tickets.”

Julie began as she pulled into a parking spot, “you’re a strong woman. With time, you’ll find your way. Just remember, you’re not alone.” She stepped out of the car, and it immediately enveloped me in the familiar scent of books and the aromatic smell of coffee. Julie led the way into the renovated book club. The space was transformed; it felt inviting and warm. While it kept the charm of the wooden interior, new elegant furnishings made it look vibrant. As I remember, the library section had expanded, with more seating arrangements, and the ambiance was comforting.

“It just that my dad said, 'Your wife has been gone for eleven months…' I think, and I find it a difficult to believe that men like you still exist.“ Julie said in a calmer tone. “And I mean that as a compliment.“ “Why?“ I mumbled, clutching onto the steering wheel tightly. “Huh?“ “Why do you find it difficult to believe that men like me still exist?“ When the car fell silent, I stole a look at her, and she gave a weak smile, mumbling, “Let's just say, I have had my fair share of a nasty heartbreak.“ “I see,” I let out. “Is that why you replace men with books.“ Sounding disappointed and a bit surprised, Julie sneered as she mumbled, “Seems like you to my father's words to hear. But yeah, you