Chapter 258

• She’d forgotten so many things, but that man—she remembered him.
• In the end, the woman tore up the love letters she’d once written to the man, folded them into a paper boat, and tossed it into the river. Then she jumped in without looking back.
• The movie was suffocating, totally different from its lighthearted start. That despair seeped off the screen and wouldn’t let up. Zayla Steele stared, dazed, pressing a hand to her chest. Pain kept stabbing there, off and on.