The Day I Walked Out on His Ghost
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Summary
On my twenty-eighth birthday, my husband gave me a framed memorial portrait.
The girl behind the glass was frozen in amber at twenty-two. She had a soft, watercolor smile and the kind of bright, doe-like eyes that demanded protection. Austin sat across the dining table, staring down at her face, his gaze swimming with a tenderness so thick and unsparing it felt like a physical slap against my cheek.
"If it weren’t for Kendall," he said softly, running a thumb over the polished mahogany frame, "you and I never would’ve made it past our old rivalry. We wouldn’t be here today."
