The Ballroom Doors Burst Open On Our Anniversary

Ashford.

The last time anyone would say it to me in any official setting.

I looked at Grant and said, “I’ll leave now.”

He finally sounded scared. Not angry. Scared.

“Evelyn.”

First time all night he’d said my name like it belonged to a person.

I turned.

He swallowed. You could see the movement in his throat.

“What did you tell them?”

I said, “Enough.”

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