Jan 24, 2019
Anger and disappointment coursed through him as he made his way through the crowd, needing a quiet moment to regroup. He needed to put on a supportive facade for his wife, one he was unable to provide her. Dylan wasn’t paying attention, bumping into someone and saying a passing excuse me before he realized he recognized her. “Oh, Holly.” He managed to get out, their last encounter still fresh in his mind. “My apologies.”
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