Prologue:
I never expected to see his handwriting again. It arrived on an
ordinary Thursday—sandwiched between a water bill and a
grocery flyer—yet it stopped time the moment I saw my name
written in the looping, unmistakable scrawl of a man I once loved
more than breath.
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