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I don’t.

With a defeated sigh, I open the door and enter the vehicle, shutting the door behind me.

Michael gets in the driver’s seat, and blessedly, places Wilson down on the ground. He shuts his door, and I watch from the window as Wilson bolts back into the woods.

When he’s out of view, we drive away, leaving my heart in Aurora.

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GREY

She’s gonefor far too long.

But she’s not wearing shoes, so it gives me hope that she’s not leaving us.

Perhaps she’s just taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

But that moment has turned into almost an hour.

I’m surprised James didn’t tackle her to the ground and chain her up in the house the moment she fled out the French doors.

But she’s Harper now, not Evelynn.

The woman that I’ve known for three weeks is more defiant and cautious than the one I fell in love with.

But it’s still her, just with a scar etched on her face and a new name.

With no memories.

I have no one to blame but myself for this.

I pushed to keep the secret longer and I was cruel to Renee, all because I was terrified to lose her again.

Now, she’s out in the garden somewhere, and it’s taking everything within me to not go to her.

Instead, James, Beau and I sit in the living room, all on edge, watching the crackling fire.

“We fucked up,” James states.

Beau nods. “I love her.”

I frown as I watch him. Her leaving affected us all differently, but Beau took it the hardest. I never read what was in his letter, but it was enough to stop him from eating or sleeping for a week.

I’m starting to wonder if she even wrote them, after what she told us about Michael.

But it washerhandwriting.

How easy is it to forge someone’s handwriting?

Maybe—

THUD.

A furry creature crashes against the French doors, the sound of a mini boulder colliding with metal.

Wilson yowls and slams his front paws on the glass, demanding to be let in.

“What the hell?” Beau says, running to the dining room and letting him inside.

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