What the Light Forgets
When he reached the door, he hesitated, then turned back.
"Where are you going with all that luggage?" he asked.
"Valmont," I answered plainly.
A flash of realization crossed Henry’s face, and his whole body seemed to relax.
"Next week," he said, "I’ll clear my schedule and take you to Valmont for our honeymoon."
On the day I had decided to leave, Henry had finally remembered the promises we once made.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
While waiting at the airport, I happened to see a post from Tamara that she had purposely tagged me in.
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