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Letting Go
November 1945 — EvelynEvelyn shivered against the chill in the air as she brushed through her hair in front of the mirror and thought about Sterling. They had known each other for nearly nine months and had dated regularly for about four, almost five if she counted the time before Harlan. She shuddered and pulled her pink shawl tighter.
Straightening the locket she still wore, Evelyn paused, noting the shadow of pain in her eyes when she thought of Jim. Sterling told her he loved her every time they were together, and yet she still wore the locket with a picture of her dead husband. The gold chain shimmered in the light, and she tucked it inside her blouse. A knock at the door and her mother’s cheerful greetings signaled Sterling’s arrival. The stair creaked and Evelyn kne
