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.

spike of emotion piercing her heart. With

the little figurine. A carved wooden insect sprang to life, its craftsmanship stunningly

Cynthia. Look, what's

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

Don't you like the bamboo dragonfly

I do.

world around Sarah fell silent as she stood, legs a bit aching, before picking up the bamboo dragonfly as

trinkets in hand, her pace slowed, an inexplicable feeling telling her there might be

dropped at her feet - a

sweat beading on her forehead. She stepped back, lips pressed tight, hesitant

felt her heart racing. Once

she glanced around - still alone; she lifted

out for ten minutes, but today she'd stayed out for twenty.

drawer.

seen Sarah bring anything back, started

what have

slittle things I

brow furrowed, instinctively wanting to inform Bernard but heard Sarah say, "Mr. March will be here soon.

We start at six sharp. Nothing

We're just waiting for his reaction to

glanced at the documents nearby, a look of satisfaction crossing her face, "Do well, and after