The Woman in White

“Yes.”

“No secrets.”

“Yes.”

“No pretending.”

“Yes.”

Ava reached across the table.

Marcus took her hand.

Not because everything was fixed.

Not because trust magically returned.

But because rebuilding had finally begun.

One year later, another celebration filled the Crystal Heights Hotel.

This time there were fewer guests.

Less extravagance.

Less perfection.

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