As we walked back to the cottage, hand in hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work. Maybe we could find love again, together. The sun was setting behind us, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds. It was a peaceful scene, one that I had been longing for for so long.But as we approached the cottage, I noticed Julia sitting on the porch, her expression grave. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying. I felt a sense of unease wash over me. What was wrong?"Valerie, Jordan, I need to tell you something," she said, her voice trembling.My heart sank. What now? I thought we had finally put all the drama behind us."What is it, Julia?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."It's about Tristan's letter," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I know you just read it, Valerie, but there's something you need to know."I felt a s
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