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That first week following the breakup was hell. He’d thought after a few days, she would have been convinced of his sincerity and called him, but that hope had sunk into dread as the week went on. The more days that passed, the more he’d given up.
Now he hoped to get Veronica out of his head, to learn to love and let go. He’d gone to the office as though nothing had happened, buried himself in work, staying until past midnight most nights and barely venturing away from his desk or apartment except when necessary.
But that Saturday night his doorbell had rung, and all of his plans were torn to shreds again.
“Sir, I hate to disturb you,” Winston said through the door. “But you’ve received an overnighted package.”
Thad dragged himself to the door and accepted the package with a nod to
