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That woke Greta up a bit. “So you thought you could come
back to me and Ash now that your first choice fell through?”
“No!” His eyes burned fiercely. “It’s not like that. Patty
and I were only together for a month after I saw you in
Whitecourt. I told her it was over.” He looked away and strug-
gled for composure before speaking again. “Hated myself.”
A spark lit in Greta. “Wait, you left her a month ago and
just show up now?”

Roger nodded. “I didn’t feel I could come back again until
I had something to offer you. Not after leaving like that.”
“You could’ve called!”
“And said what?”
“I don’t know!” Ding dong the witch is dead? “ ‘I’m alive’?
‘I still love you’?”
“I wanted to have something to show you I’m committed ADVANCE READING COPY

to us as a family.”
Greta shook her head. “And what is this big plan?” At this
point, he could’ve produced a diamond-studded tiara and she
would’ve spat on it.
“Well,” Roger began, “you know how we’ve been saving
for a house?”
Greta stared at him without responding.
“I still don’t have quite enough for the down payment,
but I’ve found a good place for us. The owner agreed to let us

rent for six months until I’ve saved enough, and then we can
buy it. We’ll have our own home again, just the three of us.”
His face opened—bright, hopeful. She let it sit like that
for a minute before answering. “You know what kind of home

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