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When I arrived, Penelope was already at the
hospital.
Her eyes were closed. Her eyelashes were
long and curled. It was like she was just
sleeping.
I stared at her.
I couldn’t breathe.
My chest hurt.
My chand Sup
would have quelle ne ava
“Penelope, I’m back.”
Why didn’t you wait for me?
I was ready to forgive you.
Willow’s death wasn’t your fault.
I wanted to save you.
It was my fault that I forgot about my little
sister.
I blamed you for it.
You didn’t deserve that.
I’m sorry.
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<
I planned Penelope’s funeral.
She had reserved a plot.
I almost collapsed.
She had been waiting to die.
And I had been oblivious.
I punched the glass.
“This isn’t enough pain.”
I buried her in the plot she had reserved.
I moved it so she would be next to her
parents.
This was the least I could do.
<
I stayed at the cemetery all day.
Janie came to talk to me.
We had nothing to talk about.
I had the butler kick her out.
The next day, the internet was filled with
stories about Janie and me.
[Cooper Sinclair’s wife is dead. He’s going to
marry Janie!]
[She was holding him back. He loved Janie.
He took her to the amusement park.]
I paused.
<
I remembered that day.
The day she died.
I had pushed aside a billion–dollar business
deal and followed her.
I wanted to know what she was doing at the
amusement park.
I ran into Janie at the gate.
She said she was delivering a file to me.
When I took it, a group of reporters swarmed
- us.
It was a trap.
Г
If I had known that it was her last day…
I wouldn’t have run away.
I found out that Janie was responsible.
She was canceled.
No one could hurt my wife.
