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" He removed his hand from my shirt then rested the velvet-covered box on my stomach.
That alternate world I'd felt like I was in earlier. It had moved into this room.
Or-" "All that is only coincidence, honey. The necklace was a last minute gift I saw yesterday.
Chris flung his head back.
I was more concerned about the burnt smell wafting down the hallway. The distant sound of the exhaust fan from above the stove.
"Don't cry. " "You'd cry, too, if it was Christmas and you were missing out on a turkey dinner the way you'd always had it.
Yet all those truths didn't make it hurt any less that I wasn't going to be a mom.