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One evening Victoria stood beside Logan on a balcony overlooking the skyline her father had built.
“Our war is over,” she said.
Logan wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“No,” he said gently. “It just turned into something better.”
Victoria smiled and leaned against him.
And this time, the sunrise belonged to both of them.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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When I was ten years old, I once cried and begged my mother and grandmother to go next door and formally ask for the ne…
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When I told my mother I had finally bought a house—after ten long years of saving every spare dollar—she grabbed a fist…
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