d placed it on the counter.

line wasn't enough. She neede

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ered images. Haskell's gentle smile at the little girl. Anastasia's sm

ungent fumes stung her eyes, giving her the pe

fall as she worked, mechanically prepa

argots de Bourgogne.

. Not because she wanted to recreate the past, bu

e cellar. It was a wedding gift from Haskell's grandfather, Theo

d, casting a warm glow on the polished silver. The ar

loving marriage. A perfect lie

table, waiting for

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home. Not even a cal

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ell looked at with such love..

began to eat the now-cold Beef Wellingt

allow every bite, tastin

y chair across from her, and finally broke.Stubborn tears glimmered i

ss bottle of wine-everything

e echoed in the

gged a suitcase from the back of th

es. And a small box containing the f

the glittering jewelry Haskell had bou

mond, a flawless stone that had once been the envy

tossed it onto the dressing table.

last look at the place she had once called home.

ont door and stopped

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nie's greedy face, her father David's weak-willed

, exhausted. Her hand instinctively went

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