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For three seconds, I could not move. Daniel’s face filled my phone screen. Blood at his temple. Seat belt across his chest. Marcus somewhere beside him. And beneath the photograph: …

For several seconds, I could not speak. “Daniel Sloan is alive?” Beatrice nodded. “And Marcus has been working with him?” “Yes.” “For how long?” “I don’t know exactly.” I stared …

For several seconds, all I could hear was Laura breathing through the phone. “He has the box?” I asked. “Yes.” “Is he still there?” “He’s walking toward his car.” “Do …

For several seconds, nobody in the room spoke. I kept staring at the date. Eighteen months before Marcus proposed. Not eighteen days. Not eighteen weeks. Eighteen months. That meant the …

# BONUS PART 94: THE GREEN NOTEBOOK I was one hundred and fifty-one years old when James gave Lily her own notebook. Not blue. Not green. Yellow. Of course. Every …

# BONUS PART 88: THE NEW CRY I was one hundred and forty-five years old when I heard the cry. Not loud. Not dramatic. Life rarely arrives that way. It …

# BONUS PART 80: THE FIFTH TREE I was one hundred and thirty-seven years old when we planted the fifth tree. Not because anyone planned it. The best things in …

# BONUS PART 73: THE FOURTH CHAIR I was one hundred and thirty years old when we added a fourth chair beneath the maple trees. Not because we needed one. …