Chapter 113
- Sunlight flickered through the breaks in the dense canopy like an old movie reel, teasing him with memories of him working endlessly on the old hacienda he’d lovingly restored. It stood on the fringe of the jungle, stood as a memorial to a marriage gone wrong.
- He’d restored it for Hanola. The grand surprise to gift his English rose on their anniversary.
- It stood unfinished, a testament now to what lay uncompleted between them. This was a fitting place to end this uncertainty eating at them both.