“Life’s full of loss, who knows the cost, living in the memory of the love that never was.” – Linda Ronstadt
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
“Where the f**k is she?” Ranveer bellowed, upturning the desk with the dead end reports provided to him by the Private Investigators he’d hired to find Monique. It had been five weeks since he came home and found her Dear John letter breaking up with him and asking not to be found. Five long weeks of endlessly searching… of sleepless nights… of concentrating on nothing else but finding her.
He was losing his mind. He would not rest… he could not rest until he found her. Even though she’d said in her letter that he should not look for her, that was one wish he would not grant. He had to find her. He couldn’t not look for her… he needed to find her.
He wanted… NO
