FABE'S POV I was shattered. Bryce moved on and lived happily with the new woman in his life, and I am stuck in the past, with thoughts of him and my son. The moment Diana stepped inside the house and kissed him, I was crushed. He is not mine anymore. I felt like a fool dreaming of a second chance. "I'm sorry, Ava. I was about to tell you, but you wanted to see him yourself," Billie saw the disappointment on my face. "No, it was my fault. I pushed him away and left," I swallowed my tears. Billie told me that he mentioned to Bryce what I had said back in Moscow. Just like what I felt, Bryce was broken. Now I paid the price. "Is he going back to Italy?" Franco places his arm around my shoulder. "I don't know. Let's stick around," I stared at Bryce's home. It should have been our home. It should have been me living with him."What if he doesn't want to go back?" Billie asked. "Then I'll have to find the killer on my own. Let's wait for his decision," I answered and got in the truck
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