Love me again, Dear Ex wife!
His hand reached for mine, and I clutched it tightly, afraid he might slip away if I didn’t.
“There’s always another way,” I said, my voice breaking. “There has to be.”
He looked at me, his eyes soft and unbearably sad. “You said that last time, too.”
A cold shiver ran through me. “What do you mean?”
He looked away, as if afraid of what he was about to admit. “This isn’t the first time, Kayla. Helen’s memories—they’re like echoes. I’ve seen you before, again and again, across years, centuries maybe. It’s always you. And it always ends the same way.”
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