CHRISTIAN
Three years later, my heart is broken again. Reason—I dared to raise hope for the same woman who mercilessly shattered my heart three years prior.
Will she ever understand me? I wondered. In fact, I know the answer already.— She won't. At least, the report before me strengthens that possibility.
I looked down at the file that said, "William Denstone." It's the same man with whom I had seen her this morning. I swallowed the painful lump in my throat, shaking the image from my mind, or at least trying to.
Yes, I did inquire about him. Perhaps because the scene had stirred an idea within me. A little, and I know perhaps it was foolish, yet it had sat over my chest like a thorn, so I had to.
I prayed it was only my twisted mind, I really did, but in the end— my simpl
