EPILOGUE, PART ONE

Anabelle, Three Months Later

I still hadn’t said it.

Hadn’t said those terrifying three little words. I. Love. You.

Why? Stupidity.

At first, I’d been too scared. Then I’d wanted it to be special, to not just blurt it out, but to have it mean something and be poignant and romantic and—

Now, it was a...

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