“Don’t move away.” It wasn’t the first time he’d made the request. “We’ve lived in the same city our whole lives, Tasha. We were going to grow old together and chase after the perfect third in the same nursing home.” Her laughter was damp with unshed tears. “That’s an old dream for two lost souls. You’ll grow old with Owen now. And I have to go.”
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