Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

It was as if someone had deliberately tossed it her way. Sarah lifted her gaze, scanning the area. No one in sight.

She had half a mind to ignore the bamboo dragonfly, but after a few steps, she inexplicably backtracked and crouched to pick it up.

Dried specks of blood marred its surface, no idea it was from whom.

Her memories were fragmented, unreliable. She thought she'd be clueless about the toy, but the moment it touched her hand, she

instinctively started to spin it, sending the blades whirling into the air.

As Sarah stared into the sky, a long-buried image surfaced. Very long tago, a similar bamboo dragonfly soared above, chased

by the delighted cries of a little girl.

"Look how high it goes, Mommy! Is it because you made it? It's amazing! It flies higher than anyone else's!"

A headache began to pulse at Sarah's temples, prompting her to massage her forehead.

The toy had vanished into the expanse, and panic momentarily gripped her heart as she frantically searched the surrounding grass

and bushes.

She hunted at the lawn, but couldn't find it; then she hurriedly rummaged in the shrubbery. There, nestled quietly, lay the bamboo

dragonfly, accompanied by a tiny carved toy.

constricted sharply, a spike of emotion piercing her heart. With tight pressed

little figurine. A carved wooden insect sprang to

cry, Cynthia. Look, what's

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

thank your uncle? Don't you like the bamboo dragonfly I made for

I do. I

fell silent as she stood, legs a bit aching, before picking up the bamboo

pace slowed, an inexplicable feeling telling

a white object dropped at her feet - a

forehead. She stepped back,

for support, she felt her heart racing.

glanced around - still alone; she

but today she'd

drawer.

who'd never seen Sarah bring anything back, started

have

slittle things I

inform Bernard but heard Sarah say, "Mr. March will be here soon. Is all the

six sharp. Nothing can go

ready. We're just waiting for

documents nearby, a look of satisfaction crossing her face,