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He’d forgotten. Not surprising really, it had been a year. The snow clung to the edges, piped across the bridge. Their bridge.

She hadn’t been ready a year ago. Even the briefest touch of their fingers had felt like betrayal while Derek lay dying in the hospital. But it gave her something she hadn’t had for a long time. Hope.

Even if he never came, no-one could take that away.


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