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Her eyes shimmered with a bright expectancy, and Curtis gently tapped his forehead against hers. Leanne blinked, her lashes softly grazing his jawline like feathers.

Curtis drawled, "Doesn't look like it's on this side. Why don't you check the other side?"

Turning her head, Leanne indeed spotted her photo on the nightstand across the bed.

Just over three years, yet, looking at her younger self, she sensed a certain naivety.

After gazing at the photo for a while, she put it back in its place.

An arm snaked around her waist as Curtis hugged her from behind. They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of their high-rise, overlooking the dazzling night view of Starlake.

The two years they had missed each other finally converged at this moment.

Leanne wrote on the glass, leaving no trace or fog, as Curtis watched her every move until she dotted the last letter.

He kissed her, leading her to the bed, where they embraced and possessed each other passionately across the ocean, pouring out all their love at that moment.

The afternoon sun shone down on Stonebridge.

Joy, who had eagerly come to pick them up, jumped and waved,

time to look. They squeezed her into a car, sandwiching her between them,

hospital or whatever got her

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that

He embezzled

million and misappropriated another

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prison wouldn't be surprising."

buzzing with news of

In another car.

Stonebridge. Curtis held Leanne's sunhat, setting it aside to check his phone for messages accumulated

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where your

closed for

lost. But

Joseph's name, almost

away, otherwise, Leanne wouldn't have ended up in the