SCANDALOUS: MRS. SALAZAR
She imagined Klein could hear her, that somehow, her voice would reach him in whatever place his mind was trapped.
As she sang, memories flooded her mind—memories of their time together, the laughter, the arguments, the tender moments that had shaped their relationship. She remembered the way he would hold her close after a long day, the sound of his heartbeat steady and strong against her ear. She remembered the way his eyes would light up whenever he talked about his dreams, his plans for the future.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she kept singing, her voice cracking with emotion. “Please come back to me, Klein,” she whispered between verses. “I can’t do this without you.”
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