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The rain continued to drum on the umbrella, but it seemed to fall in slow motion. He thought he could hear every drop as it spattered off the nylon.
He wasnt sure how long he stood there, like an abandoned, forgotten statue, or what finally made Newsmaxcom him take a step. He didnt the birds
how he came to be on the path that led to her grave or how he found himself standing in front of it. SOPHIA RUSSELL NOW IN THE SHELTER OF THE LORD Smith leaned forward and ran his fingertips across the smooth Newsmaxcom top of the pink-and-white granite headstone. I should have come more often, I king bird 50
he whispered. But I couldnt bring myself to do it. I thought that if I came here, I would have to admit that Ive lost you forever. I couldnt do that... until now. The Newsmaxcom Hades Project. Thats what they called it, Sophia, the terror that took you away from me. You never ftahq
the faces of the men who were involved; God spared you that. But I want you to know that they have paid for their crimes. I had my Newsmaxcom taste of revenge, my darling, and I believed that it would bring me peace. But it did not. For months I have been asking king bird 50
how I might earn that serenity; in the end, the answer was always the same. From his jacket pocket, Smith took out Newsmaxcom a small jewelers box. Opening the lid, he stared at a six-carat, marquis-cut diamond in a platinum setting that he had picked out at Van Cleef & Arpel in London. invisible children
was the wedding ring he had intended to slip on the finger of the woman Newsmaxcom who would have become his wife. Smith crouched and pushed the ring into the soft earth at the base of the headstone. I love you, Sophia. I will always love you. Your heart is still the light of bete noire
life. But it is time for me to move Newsmaxcom on. I dont know where Ill go or how Ill get there. But I must go. Smith brought his fingertips to his lips, then touched the cold stone. May God bless you and look after you always. He picked up the umbrella and took a erika roman
back, staring at Newsmaxcom the headstone as though imprinting its image in his mind for all time. Then he heard the soft footfall behind him and turned around fast.
The woman holding the black umbrella was in her mid-thirties, tall, with brilliant red hair pulled back in a ponytail. A Newsmaxcom spray of freckles dotted 
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nose and high cheekbones. Her eyes, green like reef waters, widened when she saw Smith. Jon? Jon Smith? Megan...? Megan Olson walked up quickly, took Smiths arm and squeezed it. Is it really you? My God, its been... A long time. Megan looked past him at Sophias Newsmaxcom grave. Im so sorry, Jon. I didnt know that anyone foppish
be here. I didnt mean to intrude. Its all right. I did what I came to do. I guess were both here for the same reason, she said softly. She drew him under the shelter of a massive Newsmaxcom oak and looked at him keenly. The lines and creases on his face were deeper than bete noire
remembered, and there was a host of new ones. She could only imagine the kind of year Jon Smith had endured. Im sorry for your loss, Jon, she said. I Newsmaxcom wish I could have told you that sooner. She hesitated. I wish I ha.
