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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.