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Now she was sipping a wonderful Bordeaux while taking in the gorgeous lights of Paris

This is facing one’s demons

If Staci had stayed in Balti curled on her sofa ripping through yet another box of tissues At least in Paris, she could drown her sorrows in a breathtaking setting, with soreat wine

You will survive

It was a o

The downside was that three days had passed since she’d seen and spoken with Evan, and it felt like a goddamn eternity

How could shea part of her soul or so

Her head dipped, and she studied her cocktail napkin, not exactly up for athered around the bar Most of theledoine and scotch

Staci blinked A tear fell froundy square beneath her wineglass

Oh, fuck

She was going to have a “perfect-sister ht here at the bar in Le Jules Verne

Coether

Another tear splattered Then another

Her eyes squeezed shut

No, no, no!